Numbered the Counters, to be found in the Kitchen, Chinned up, Blinged up, and Bang- she's bagged, old wench,
Binge sipper? Nope, and No drinks with Supper, Bible: The Final Dinner of what's a crime nor Crucified, the Crux...
While at a Diner, owned-, by Lou, with Toodles, Twinkle twinkle doo woo dood... girls Prude, so rude Julie Ani
A Tink, A Dink, Drunked and enlarged, Yes, sir, Peter Sarge, NT empty employees and naughty with what,
In the crass cussing, Dazzled Fussing, stuck, Step-Moms in thungs, Step-Son him hung, Wide and tasty
Without a sip, take a dip, Drooling, not fooling, silly, Sally cleaning my Apt., with a big bloody heart!
Crikey crickets thimble, And bee’s nest, bereft, Lip of the upper, Cleft
To express all with my- Snide remarks remain, Fractured bits, their plain, 2122 Lower Plain addy
I’ve given my infoz, Fuzzy wuzzy winking, My digits' writing device working
But the staff here won't give my my $315 Mont Blanc pen!
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