ConFeSSioNs

by **ToTaLLyInLoVe**   Dec 22, 2004


Father dear father,
I have something to confess,
I left a poor girl in a terrible mess,
Her dress is ripped,her bra is torn,
And something inside her is about to be born!!

Son dear son,
You bloody fool,
Why didnt you use the joy tool?

Father dear father, I did at first,
But half way through,
The fu**in thing burst!!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Kristin

    haha thats funny thats how it goes tho!