Cranius wrote:Brett Eugene Ralph,
What's going on down south?
I heard all the Kentucky cowboys
Are watching Brokeback Mount'
Which makes it very easy to sneak up on your moms real sleazy
I bust it out, all in her mouth, with blobs o' spunk so greasy
For this she always thanks me
Soaks it up and hands me
The bucket, mop, but I can't stop
Have'ta use her hair as a hanky.
Yes, I admit it; I've climbed Brokeback Mountain
To gaze at your moms way down in the valley.
Though the distance between us was too far for countin',
It was clear she was much fatter than Kirstie Alley.
She yodeled up to me, "Shoot off your fountain.
Hurry up, Brett, there's no time to dally!
I needs me some semen--Oh! I am countin'
On your tongue-lapped, snow-capped whacker of tally."
I produced my appendage, like some leg-bone found in
A cave full of dinosaur bones. I heard the volley
Of echoing pussy lips smackin'--the sound in
My ears sent comets of cum outshining ol' Halley's.
The aftermath of my avalanche soon she was drowned in:
My glacier, my lava lumps, my virile volcano.
From the top of the summit, I could hear her heart poundin'
As she drank it down, lickety split, just like Drano.