Big AL the ninja had some eggplant parmesan. Big AL the ninja was a gash hound, and like spread eagle porn. Big AL the ninja was ripe. Big AL the ninja sniffed his finger nails after scratching his balls and damn near fell over! The pungent raw smell of vinegar, ammonia, dank stale cunt with a hint of vanilla just about bowled Big AL the ninja over Big AL the ninja took a shower.
Big AL the ninja felt fresh as a daisy. It was New York City, January 4th, 1964 Big AL the ninja had to go to work at a Chinese dry cleaner shop.
That was his lot in life. The next day, the Berlin wall was completed. They called Big AL the ninja "Flapdoodle" at the Chinese dry cleaner shop and sang a little song about him. "You're all pasty white Flapdoodle J. F. K. never wore big droopy drawer trousers Flapdoodle There's a wing nut flummadiddle Lesbo space bat Flapdoodle She's got a long vanilla index finger Flapdoodle She's pointing it at your chest Flapdoodle She's got a scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow Flapdoodle You're all pasty white Flapdoodle She's got a long vanilla index finger too Flapdoodle Oh my goodness Flapdoodle J.
never wore big droopy drawer trousers Flapdoodle She's got boor m ungli karen k bad girl moot scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow Flapdoodle The wing nut flummadiddle Lesbo space bat Flapdoodle She's folding you an origami swan Flapdoodle With her long vanilla index finger And her scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow For you Flapdoodle" Later, some fat girls with lollypops came over.
By then it was September 12 1974 and in Ethiopia, Emperor Haile Selassie was over thrown in a military coup. The fat girls had lemon cakes Licking lips Licorice twists And their Sarsaparilla poop hatches roared Sexy naked sex ensued with Cocoa butter And lanolin Later, Big AL the ninja farted in July Whilst a cool summer evenings breeze Rustled through persimmons maples and brambles Amongst the Midwest Magicicada Neotredecim cicadas Croaking their song carried by the wind Whilst winter rang its wrinkle round That all is fine and dandy, but it is not why we are here.
One day in Cleveland, Ollie J.
Farnwinkle farted in such a way as to tickle his prostate as a fetching young lass was walking by. He pulled a boner.
By boner, I would not be referring to a blooper, a blunder in any sense. Not a small and amusing mistake or an incredibly embarrassing misstep or transgression. I wouldn't mean a boning knife, or a Trombonist. Ollie J. Farnwinkle had an erection, and his penis was in its enlarged and firm state.
The corpora cavernosa that ran the length of Ollie J. Farnwinkle's penis had become engorged with blood and he was pitching a tent.
Since Ollie J. Farnwinkle was in Cleveland he wanted to go to the Rock-n-Roll museum. He could hear Huey Lewis singing "The heart of Rock-n-Roll, heart of Rock-n-Roll is in Cleveland" Now Ollie J. Farnwinkle decided to go back to his hotel room and call an escort.
He thought about his life and all he had. He had a wife and two kids He had a blue Mazda He had a corned beef on pumpernickel And some cheesy elbow macaroni for lunch He had a 34 inch waist He had red BVDs He had an ingrown toenail He had a good idea Of who was banging his wife on Tuesdays And sometimes Thursdays He had a Rolex Perpetual Air-King Self-winding waterproof watch He had a Frank Zappa CD in the car He had a tendency to pandiculate in public He had to take a leak He had a slight headache He had a slight boner He had opened up a Pandora's box and mawed her musky mound as she moaned and mewed like a puss warm in its fine contentment He had a couple or twenties and some change He had long sideburns He had a bromide He had a wife and two kids fin