Happy Mother's Day. Especially to the mother that I married, I have never had a regret about her. She is the best.
Now a poem for Yo Mama.
Today is the day we celebrate yo mama,
So go buy her an alpaca sweater, they are related to llamas.
For about nine months she carried you around,
She was very careful not to plop you out on the ground.
After you were born she wiped your nose and powdered your ass,
I bet in the 70's she probably smoked grass.
She will always be there whenever you need her,
So get her something nice, not a cheap old weed eater.
Fix her a sandwich, a turkey on rye,
But not too many pickles she will dot your eye.
Think of a nice place like Peru or the Bahamas,
Then think of being there with a smoking hot mama.
Happy Mother's Day
8 comments:
Did you make that up??? You just ain't right.
Where do you come up with this stuff?
Is that kid smoking a cigarette?
No preacher's kid, dat be da weed.
No lurking today...post already!
I am sick of looking a the little kid smoking weed...would ya update already???
Hells Bell's ....still the kid smokin weed.
did he lose his new laptop?
That kid is high as a kite by now. Post again, you workaholic! I'll cook you a chocolate cake if you do...
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