Friday, 2 October 2009
Fire-Damaged Underpants
I let a massive ripper go
It nearly blew off my pants
It sounded like I just said "Tea?"
And my boss replied "No, thanks"
I just cranked out a wicked gust
It smelled a bit of cabbage
It tore straight through my underpants
And now they're fire-damaged
My manager said "What the hell?"
He's a sensitive wee bloke
I had to say "It wasn't me
But it was my ass that spoke"
I just ripped my under-crackers
With a noise that was quite rude
But I'm proud to have delivered
A fart of such magnitude
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