Here's one my dad used to sing Driving down the hill....'round ninety miles an hour, when the chain on my bicycle broke....I skidded across the grass, ran the sprocket up my ass, and my balls got tangled in the spokes.
Thanks...my dad was full of em. Here's another....Frosty the snowman, had a little bitty peter...he was climbing down the chimney and he burned it on the heater.
Mjetta, go to a local Hookah bar, I used to go with my old highschool buddys(still do for that matter) and just chill to some sour apple tabaccy and a beer.
Mjetta, go to a local Hookah bar, I used to go with my old highschool buddys(still do for that matter) and just chill to some sour apple tabaccy and a beer.