Where's the Toilet Paper (ABSOLUTE SILLY)
By Don Baird
sitting on a toilet waiting for my duty come on, come on let's shake this booty reading a magazine and hoping for the best when in the heck am I gonna see the rest looking for tissue of course it's gone I'll be here now until it's fricking dawn anybody there to help me out I guess I'll sit here and simply pout well I don't really need my underwear what do you think should I not or should I dare sliding them off and folding them well I assure you this experience no one will I tell wiping and wiping until I am clean and squeaky fastidiously caring to the very last leaky thank goodness I'm done and ready to leave it remains that no toilet paper is still my pet peeve Can anyone guess who here this poem was based on????? hahahahahahahaha *breathing*.......hahahahahahahahahahaha Cast your vote now!! Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 04:46 AM PST, Don Baird 0 • 14
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"sitting on a toilet waiting for my duty..."