Going back to the paleolithic, (And perhaps I am not scientific- ally Correct, but then who Cares.) There we find two Young ladies in talk analytic."Why don't you," said Tracy to Clare, "Be more thorough when doing your hair. The one way to nudge on A man with a bludgeon Is coiffure." But her friend said "Don't care.
"When Quentin comes back from the pub, His foreplay's the same, with the club, But he then grabs my feet, Not my hair, like your Pete, And it does cause me grief, that's the rub.
"Though he's kind, and he's terribly loyal, It's a habit I really must foil, 'Cos that way around, When I'm dragged on the ground, My pussy gets filled up with soil."
Note to purists:
If for cave folk these names do seem strange, Well, high in the Transpennine range, There are caves, and the walls, Are covered with scrawls, It just proves that some names never change.
* Adapted from a joke from B.J. (Bubba,) of the Isle of Wight.
Last updated: Thu, 23 Sep 1999.