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It happens every Tuesday night As faithful as can be Her mama comes to spend the night Just to torment me She sits in my recliner Her stinky feet, up high She'll always pass a little gas Each time, as I walk by With her false teeth on my table And hair all over her back She grunts outloud when she chews her food She sounds like a half starved yak My toilet has to be replaced It's never quite the same That woman's as blind as she can be And doesn't have very good aim She falls asleep in my favorite chair With her bladder like a thimble She always pees where ever she sits Then smiles, and starts to tremble My wife just sits and shakes her head Knowing, that I'm in pain She says it's just an accident As I clean up the stain It happens every Tuesday Night Old faithful, at its worst Some men love their mother-in-law But me, well, I'm just cursed
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Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 10:17 AM UTC
Old Faithful
It happens every Tuesday night As faithful as can be Her mama comes to spend the night Just to torment me She sits in my recliner Her stinky feet, up high She'll always pass a little gas Each time, as I walk by With her false teeth on my table And hair all over her back She grunts outloud when she chews her food She sounds like a half starved yak My toilet has to be replaced It's never quite the same That woman's as blind as she can be And doesn't have very good aim She falls asleep in my favorite chair With her bladder like a thimble She always pees where ever she sits Then smiles, and starts to tremble My wife just sits and shakes her head Knowing, that I'm in pain She says it's just an accident As I clean up the stain It happens every Tuesday Night Old faithful, at its worst Some men love their mother-in-law But me, well, I'm just cursed
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Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 10:17 AM UTC
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