Ode to Joy (pervert edition)
I love your feet,
they are so fine,
I want to taste them all them time.
I need to make a little treat
That tastes just like your feet so sweet.
Oh Lara dear, what can I say
I need your feet all through my day
And this perfection I must share
So all can find that joy is there.
And so a bar I will create
my desire I will hope to sate
And revel in the joy that flows
from out between your little toes.
This portion translated from the original Slovakian by Sorda Slohear
You need to write for SNL. I am doubling over on this one. lol
Comments about feet make make Jesus cry.
If I spill my coffee filter, does that mean you’re standing on holy grounds?
And I know that there is coffee all around.
Depends, has it passed through the intestinal track of any small mammals?
If it had, I would not be able to afford it.
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