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While you were playing FIFA I was scoring with you mum. Could hear you through the wall, as I came in her net, I'd home goaled in her just for fun. But it wasn't to disrespect you, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Your dad came home when you were at collage, and I told him shut the door and sit in the corner                till I'd finished his wife off. See he didn't shout or run his mouth off, cos I knew who he'd been doing behind her back,                     none other than my mum. Now my dads a good man and he loves my mum, now I'm not making excuses for her but your dad knew we were happy and played the unloved man                    that just needed love. Well your dad thought she had morning breath, but na, she's taken my length after I off loaded in her *** But I stayed and watched as your pops   kissed her passionately. Dang that must have been a salty kiss           breath like the sea with raw sewage and a hint of peppered sweetcorn.             Now this isn't about you, this is about men should respect another's mum, ok I didn't yours, but she knew that I was a length and your dad was just              a millimetre short stop. And I always hit her spot, so god knows what my mum                       saw in this old punk.   After that day, he never did any odd jobs around my house, and I confided in my mother that I knew and that I didn't want anything, I wasn't telling dad. and she cried and said it was only a kiss and only once. But she hadn't instigated it, and she'd been a little drunk. But I saw him ******* coming out the bedroom sweating? Ye he'd been doing some DIY, why what have you done. Nothing Ma, I just told him he wasn't welcome anymore, are you going around there's again? Na mom, I'd played a game done to many home goals, and they suddenly moved on.    I'll miss my friend but I'll deffo miss his mom.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
Scoring Home Goals
While you were playing FIFA I was scoring with you mum. Could hear you through the wall, as I came in her net, I'd home goaled in her just for fun. But it wasn't to disrespect you, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Your dad came home when you were at collage, and I told him shut the door and sit in the corner                till I'd finished his wife off. See he didn't shout or run his mouth off, cos I knew who he'd been doing behind her back,                     none other than my mum. Now my dads a good man and he loves my mum, now I'm not making excuses for her but your dad knew we were happy and played the unloved man                    that just needed love. Well your dad thought she had morning breath, but na, she's taken my length after I off loaded in her *** But I stayed and watched as your pops   kissed her passionately. Dang that must have been a salty kiss           breath like the sea with raw sewage and a hint of peppered sweetcorn.             Now this isn't about you, this is about men should respect another's mum, ok I didn't yours, but she knew that I was a length and your dad was just              a millimetre short stop. And I always hit her spot, so god knows what my mum                       saw in this old punk.   After that day, he never did any odd jobs around my house, and I confided in my mother that I knew and that I didn't want anything, I wasn't telling dad. and she cried and said it was only a kiss and only once. But she hadn't instigated it, and she'd been a little drunk. But I saw him ******* coming out the bedroom sweating? Ye he'd been doing some DIY, why what have you done. Nothing Ma, I just told him he wasn't welcome anymore, are you going around there's again? Na mom, I'd played a game done to many home goals, and they suddenly moved on.    I'll miss my friend but I'll deffo miss his mom.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
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