A Wiggle In Your Old Gazoo

My goal each day is to put a smile on your face And a wiggle in your old gazoo Don't ask me where your gazoo is located I think it sounds naughty, don't you! Well now that I've got your attention, my friends Sending you a big whoop whoop! Bunches of giggles with some love mixed in At times I even talk about poop! Censors are always on the alert for my smut Disguise it with some serious stuff If you read between the lines you'll find it there As I sit here typing in the buff! Hey I just thought of where your gazoo could be If I can just get by these censors It's just a bit below the center of your yahoo And it's held up by your suspenders! Well, if all of a sudden my name disappears From the member list on the site I'll be sitting here lonely, please drop me a line I promise I'll be really polite!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Chircop Avatar
August 17, 2018 at 6:34 AM
Hahaha :). Hilarious...
Ellison Avatar
August 17, 2018 at 6:39 AM
Aw Charmaine, my sweet love!!!!!!! Silly eh but then you knew you could count on me... right!!! Sounding you tons of love across the miles... Happy Jack XOXOX
Pigeon Tart Avatar
August 16, 2018 at 10:37 AM
Ah a masterpiece my dear! I love it! Don't disappear! xomo <3
Pigeon Tart Avatar
August 17, 2018 at 8:02 AM
I believe it <3
Ellison Avatar
August 16, 2018 at 11:19 AM
I'm here for a while yet!!! Going through a bunch more freaking tests and so far the experts are stumps! First diagnosis is that I'm in the genius category which sometimes can be difficult for the brain to accept It's finally coming to the realization... hey, this dude is extra special! LOL XOX
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