02 May 2010

Drool Pool

Drool Pool
1 May 2010

I drove to the bar
In my little car
Where I ran into my friend.
There was no need to pretend
The holes in his pants
Gave the whole bar a chance
To see he was there
Without underwear.
The game was pool
And my friend is no fool,
He got the other guy distracted
By the way he acted.
While aiming for a shot,
Believe it or not,
My friend posed in the right way
To put on a gratuitous display
Of his private family jewel.
You could call it dirty pool.

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