One of Life's Little Problems, by Phillip Wilson Subscribe to rss feed for Phillip Wilson
Posted: 2016-09-06 20:42:28 UTC
There was once a boy with a little hair,
Right in the middle of the pee hole of his penis.
So whenever he pissed, he became a golfer,
rarely sending the stream of urine
in the desired direction.


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