The Flying Monkey
there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat. so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole. His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time. it tastes good.
Copyright © Matt Poopenheimer | Year Posted 2012
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