Three Words Daily (Or whenever you like)

with salad tongs

denying the release

Hell...Man's mayonnaise

with bits in

where is everyone

down the pub

right lets go

mines a Bitter

mines a Guinness

mines bent, but

still functions satisfactorily

albeit, ridiculed by

all and sundry

especially on Sunday

Never on Wednesday

when filthy Fiona

let-down her defences

exposing some rather

large moist pulsing

faintly sweaty papontos

and guacamole dip

inside which, I

plunged my trobbing

over sized member

of audio forums

into the wind...

i do pisseth

whilst farting uncontrollably

following through, but

not touching cloth

Turtles-head is imminent

snapping off halfway

up-the back passage

leaving an inconvenient

painus in-the anus

rumble in rectum

so I emptied

and simultaneously stunk

out the supermarket

whilst browsing in-the

ladies underwear department

lacy lengerie dept

you beat me-to-it

said the beater

massaging his meat

delicately spiced with

oregano & tarragon

festering toenail fungus

sweaty bollock must

you mean musk?