The Story of Three Holes

Well, well, well, the story of three holes Get it... wells... water... hold your nose Corn on the cob No, corn is my job D'ya think I'm losing it, well bless my soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Smith Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 9:55 AM
thought you were talking bout me shorts...and not the ones worn on the tennis courts...holes though small...have a ball....what am I saying abort abort
Ellison Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 2:05 PM
Mr. Tim... still great to hear from you!!!
Flats Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 8:19 AM
Between the queasy places//there are easy spaces//over there//anywhere//you are touching bases. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!! more whiskey!
Ellison Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 2:00 PM
WHOOAAA! WHISKEY IN THE A.M.??? LOL GOOD GOOD MORNING JOHN JOHN!!!!
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