There was a young lady called Gristle,
Who once cleaned her *** with a thistle,
It did not work well,
And left quite a smell,
Which left her alone under mistle -
toe.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 12:38 AM UTC
There was a young lady called Gristle,
Who once cleaned her *** with a thistle,
It did not work well,
And left quite a smell,
Which left her alone under mistle -
toe.
Don't ask. Just silly.
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