Wergle Flomp Good Humor 2023

Wergle Flomp Good Humor 2023 The following constitutes a rather twisted as a pretzel SUBTITLE: I dash with my jiggling boobs in an attempt to escape... being overrun by teddy bears and beanie babies while carrying out heavy duty spring cleaning. Twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push lee duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster” endear ring - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady; thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious condition, nevertheless accursed malady, whereby to keep her from auctioning me on eBay, I squarely hide in root cellar. She frenziedly scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus horde (nee motley crue) entrapping scampering dust bunnies that come breathing alive nsync with beastie boy city rollers culture clubbing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding fifty shades of gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humongous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket livingsocial every would be no game to play 24/7 daily challenge devious skullduggery Smokey and the Bandits an imp posse sub bill outlaw gang, who lived like Aristo curr Rats along the quay, which unpredictable timeframe boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say thine remaining lifetime, that's my wife oye vey would frank lee zapping every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'till she obviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way. Though far fetched, not impossible for me and Joe Six Pack to become one and the same since a concerned counterpart contributes to the mix cuz, she waves a scolding gold finger dying with craven craving for sweet licks to grace tastebuds longing to savor and dissolve sucrose in any one of the natural or synthesized combinations in an effort whose memory of a washboard tummy doth hunger for youth afflicts recent embarkation since maintaining a diet of exercise no more pesky heeding "yo dude" (you look like a lady), the inner fitness maven against temptation of high caloric junk food and nightly snack king on a flexible fitness routine, this lxiv aged body electric feels good these myopic eyes and well-calibrated hands measure less dense hood- winking bosom, that if I feigned being a "bared naked lady" - asper this chest lewd city in reference to "man boobs" that seemed to materialize overnight now appear to decrease as well that unwanted "love handle, this chap more inclined tubby in a greater mood to parade around this non-crowded house shirtless AND definitely NOT in public, BUT no weigh Jose would this generic guy go completely nude cuz being self-consciousness of my physique might prompt outsiders to consider me a prude and even during closed bedroom door sexual exploits deter me tibia rude fellow (with average go daddy long legs) and my dangling dipstick smallish (concluding biology screwed) a chap worthy tube he more endowed, though gratitude proffered to same divine cosmic consciousness but as the year's pile up appreciation of functional faculties alter matts' at tee 'tude accepting physical characteristics more or less static hoe ping believe mass elf ya wood.