My lot passed around an antique sword cane - when you hit 25, it was yours till the next 25. Wonder who got stuck with it? (Sorry.)
Am 75 now, btw, shooting for the full century.
Sally in the garden
Sifting cinders,
Lifted up her leg and farted like a man.
The bursting of her bloomers
Broke sixteen winders,
And the cheeks of her ass went “Clap! Clap! Clap!”
My lot passed around an antique sword cane - when you hit 25, it was yours till the next 25. Wonder who got stuck with it? (Sorry.)
Am 75 now, btw, shooting for the full century.