As soon as I clean my room, get a haircut, hit the gym, finish uni, get a real job, hear my dad say he’s proud, develop my emotional maturity, complete chess, learn to spell the word hipphoplobotomus, bequeath my assets to the state, dine with obama it’s over for alll you fools
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Yeet on my meat
Give me a treat
Slog on my hog
While I’m on the bog
Mong on my shlong
You can do no wrong
Squeeze on my cheese
Get on yo knees
Smooch on my gooch
Let me in that cooch
Pingpong with my dong
This is my song
>at family dinner
>uncle norton is being a cock as usual
>”can you pass the salt for the 5th time norton”
>no response
>“no wonder jean left you”
>he turns to me, his eyes cold
>slaps me to the ground
>”mom, call an ambulance” pulls out gun “but not for me”
*restaurant applauds*
Never mind. It seems I’ve got my acronyms mixed up, thank you for your corrections and supportive messages. She has apparently cheated on me with a big beautiful cock