• trouser_mouse
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    61 year ago

    An ode to a crusty wank sock I found behind my bed

    Oh crusty wank sock

    You were my favourite

    For one night

    You were trusted

    With my most intimate part

    As well as being relied upon to clean everything up quite well

    Now you are so far away

    We may never see each other again

    But if we do

    You will be pumped full of my angry jizz like a one-fingered glove filled with porridge

    Amen

    • @brewdtype
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      91 year ago

      This is just regular Vogon poetry.

        • trouser_mouse
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          21 year ago

          If read out loud at the correct speed with adequate wailing it should easily cover more than 30 minutes!