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Condumb.

I was bangin’ yo mama
She sounded like Mimsy
She pounded my wiener
It got weak
It got flimsy

The condom slid off
Up in yo mama
We barely took notice
It led to no drama

She forgot all about it
For years it was there
‘Til her insides felt teeth
And slight bristles of hair

It developed a face
With eyes, nose and ears
When she queefed it all out
They both shed some tears

Some call it a monster
But it isn’t so bad
The mutant condom baby is you
Surprise!
I’m your dad

Canoe For Two Band Geeks!

I built a canoe, I built it for two.
It took me awhile, to build it for you.

Use it at band camp
To finger the camp tramp
‘Til you get a bad hand cramp
Or her vagina gets damp

I built a canoe, I built it for two.
It took me awhile, to build it for you.

Try more than one finger
Your digits should linger
‘Til it swallows your fist
And queefs out a mist

I built a canoe, I built it for two.
It took me awhile, to build it for you.

Use it at band camp
Dispose of the camp tramp
Whom your weiner knocked up
And you killed with an amp

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