"LMAO"!! That's about the "ugliest" thing I've ever seen.....ha ha ha! Genitals are just too gross to look at.....people should keep their clothes on!!!! Ha Ha Ha!!! :D
Sometimes I walk around in the 7-11 and fart and blame it on the bitch behind me with the big ram hole...
here's a poem to go with your picture..
there once was a woman from Ealing..
who had a peculiar feeling...
she lay on her back ..
opened her crack...
and pissed all over the ceiling..
There once was a man from Nantass
His balls were made out of brass
One night in stormy weather he clanged em together
and lightning shot out of his ass!
Sunday morning, in the S-bend, you could see him arrive,
He was nine inches long and two inches wide,
Kind of broad in the center, narrow in the tip,
Bobbing in the bowl like a brown battleship,
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Big Poo...oo.
Big Bad Poo.
Big Poo...
He emerged from the bowels of Lady Jane,
With a fair bit of grunting' and a whole lot of pain.
He squeezed through her cheeks with fire and ash,
And into the bowl with one hell of a splash.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he started his life the day before,
As a nice, juicy beefsteak that was medium raw.
Alfalfa and vegetables hung him long,
And two hot cross buns made him awfully strong.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Six glasses of wine lubricated his wake,
With some added propulsion from a chocolate cake,
And the big, lumpy midriff that bumped in the bowl,
Was the seed from a lichee she'd swallowed whole.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
It took fourteen flushes to send him away,
But the skid-marks he left clung on ten days.
This wasn't the end of his journey south,
He collected eight tampons and one dead mouse.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
This was Just the beginning of something' more,
There were curried prawns buried deep in his core,
They brewed that gas they run engines from,
And this floating log became an atom bomb!
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he snuck through a valve at the treatment shed,
Where he lurked in the chemicals 'till they ate his head,
Then with a rush of gas and an almighty bang,
The whole plant went up, and the fat lady sang.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, there wasn't a whole lot left of the site,
It was leveled to the ground by brown dynamite,
So they inscripted a plaque, and upon it was writ:
"At the bottom of this sewer, lies a big, mean shit...
...Big Poo."
Oh man...ok..I got it now..lol..That's is truly hysterical...I laughed so hard.I literally just pissed my pants...I'm saving this one to the files ladies and gents..
No! i wish i had wrote it though, its genius.Im trying to find the song but i cant find it anywhere, maybe somebody could sing it and post it on youtube.
Oh..I see what you mean..but he's actually leaning on the bar enjoying a cold one in the top panel..then he's just chillin against the bar checking out the action in the bottom..at least i think that's whats going on..I mean it's not like it's my picture so i wouldn't want to say for certain...
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here's a poem to go with your picture..
there once was a woman from Ealing..
who had a peculiar feeling...
she lay on her back ..
opened her crack...
and pissed all over the ceiling..
There once was a man from Nantass
His balls were made out of brass
One night in stormy weather he clanged em together
and lightning shot out of his ass!
Sunday morning, in the S-bend, you could see him arrive,
He was nine inches long and two inches wide,
Kind of broad in the center, narrow in the tip,
Bobbing in the bowl like a brown battleship,
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Big Poo...oo.
Big Bad Poo.
Big Poo...
He emerged from the bowels of Lady Jane,
With a fair bit of grunting' and a whole lot of pain.
He squeezed through her cheeks with fire and ash,
And into the bowl with one hell of a splash.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he started his life the day before,
As a nice, juicy beefsteak that was medium raw.
Alfalfa and vegetables hung him long,
And two hot cross buns made him awfully strong.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Six glasses of wine lubricated his wake,
With some added propulsion from a chocolate cake,
And the big, lumpy midriff that bumped in the bowl,
Was the seed from a lichee she'd swallowed whole.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
It took fourteen flushes to send him away,
But the skid-marks he left clung on ten days.
This wasn't the end of his journey south,
He collected eight tampons and one dead mouse.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
This was Just the beginning of something' more,
There were curried prawns buried deep in his core,
They brewed that gas they run engines from,
And this floating log became an atom bomb!
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, he snuck through a valve at the treatment shed,
Where he lurked in the chemicals 'till they ate his head,
Then with a rush of gas and an almighty bang,
The whole plant went up, and the fat lady sang.
Big Poo.
CHORUS
Well, there wasn't a whole lot left of the site,
It was leveled to the ground by brown dynamite,
So they inscripted a plaque, and upon it was writ:
"At the bottom of this sewer, lies a big, mean shit...
...Big Poo."
Flubbles..here ya go..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9vuVl0ebpM