LordBabyHat

I got turkey up my ass, I ain't one for bluffing. Though Thanksgiving passed, this bun's for stuffing.

I got turkey up my ass, I ain't one for bluffing. Though Thanksgiving passed, this bun's for stuffing.

I got turkey up my ass, I ain't one for bluffing. Though Thanksgiving passed, this bun's for stuffing.

Bing bang boom. I got no more room. I’ve filled up on junk, the gunk sunk I assume.

Swiveling Swahili in your mowed front lawn. Impaling impalas whence they hunt at dawn.

Swerve in all swank cause my stature surely startles. A klepto and a klank with fractured metatarsals.

This is JUNGO’s hung bunch and the FUN BUNG-HOLE punch!

Bubbling bombardment to your left flank cheek Quarreling quandaries of who spanked their meat

Converse with the person, a verse you’ve rehearsed, to curse the first and worse son. Coerce him til he bursts!

Oh my, I do say, this is masterfully written. I don't lie, the bootay will be naturally smitten.

Bing Bang Boom. I got no more room. I’ve filled up on junk, The gunk sunk I assume.

EAT your garbanzo, or BEAT it you’re GONE-ZO!

I see the mascot of evil. It's not a dragon or monkey or beetle. It's a regular man, with the name of Stan, who's plans are far from legal.

They call me "King Cool" in the land where I pretend. But they really call me nothing cuz I have no friends.

Have respect for the dildos, son. Wash it when the bilbo's done. Okay Dad, i'll clean after play, but those dildos are mine. I'm gay.

I see the mascot of evil. It's not a dragon or monkey or beetle. It's a regular man with the name of Stan, who's plans are far from legal.

I got turkey up my ass, I ain't one for bluffing. Though Thanksgiving passed, this bun's for stuffing.

I heard a foray in my foyer, over to play with a toy or So I believed, but I was deceived. 'Twas only foreplay to a voyeur.

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I got turkey up my ass, I ain't one for bluffing. Though Thanksgiving passed, this bun's for stuffing.