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Waddle past as students watch.

Colon fire ignites my crotch,

A turtle peeking undies blotch.

Taco night’s the prime culprit.

Must sphincter muzzle sound transmit,

Lest I filled my pant with s**t.

HOLD IT! HOLD IT!

Written by aeryk

February 22, 2010 at 21:06