My kind of woman.....

BS Gal

Voted Nicest in 08
He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard,

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right.

He didn't like the stew.

I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around & smacked the shiat out of him....

Like his mother used to do.
 

tommyjones

New Member
He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard,

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right.

He didn't like the stew.

I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then he turned around & smacked the shiat out of me....

Like his mother was used to.

:fixedforequality:
 
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dems4me

Guest
He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard,

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right.

He didn't like the stew.

I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around & smacked the shiat out of him....

Like his mother used to do.

:roflmao:
 

punjabigyrl

Active Member
He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard,

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right.

He didn't like the stew.

I didn't mend his socks the way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around & smacked the shiat out of him....

Like his mother used to do.



:lmao: :boxing:
 
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