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BettyWhite 10/21/19 1:58:11 PM #1: | I always miss hair when I shave down there. This fact is always the truth. And if you wish to see my poorly shaven wee, In the alley I'll show the proof. Of that I kid for surely I'll skid, into a jail cell for conduct that's lewd. So if you wish for me to bare my deriere, You'll have to venmo me for my nudes. But back on topic as I explain the logic, As to why the southern fields are so poorly groomed. For I fear a blade too sheer, In one move my ball sack could surely be dooomed. Irrationally speaking I know what you're thinking, It could never happen, how obtuse. But deep in my brain it's impossible to refrain, From the thought of my balls falling loose. --- Life is pain and misery beat skeet to asian street meat ... Copied to Clipboard! |
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