Twas the night of Halloween And all through the house I was scratching my balls, scabbed up from a louse When at the front door, what should appear A lone trick or treater trembling in fear I jumped from my recliner, and put on my pants His slutty costumed mom I needed to glance I threw him some candy, then shooed him away. "Hey Momma if you're randy, then let's hit the hay." Her husband was at home. Her boy wandering the streets. Me and witchy mom were staining my sheets. I was pulling her hair, twas a wonderful sight Happy Halloween to all and for me a good night.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at October 30, 2016 4:02 PM MDT