Is it too early to accuse him of being a fanny farming, gerbil felcher, buttercheeked, chutney ferret, knob-gobbling, rump ranging, Barbie hugging, Broadway-showgirl, tootsie-roll-eating, lizard worshipping, post pulling, brown-wind-loving, vacuum-lipped anal warrior, or a carrot-swallowing, poodle owning, skipping little hotdog-eating, or a chalk-licking, lavender sniffing, cheeky merry-monkey pole-vaulter, a cigar smoking, giggling little donut-puncher, or a Crisco-hoarding, rainbow-prancing, fuchsia puffed batty boy, a feminine-acting, stick-twiddling parade-marching ball-juggling, a gerbil-feeding, flower sniffing, rainbow-squatting, bottoms-up boy, or a glitter-loving, tail-tickling, Cleveland Steamer pooftah, a ham-slamming organ grinder, a latte-swilling, boy-texting, pump-a-loaf bread-boffer, a limp-wristed prancing knob-jockey, a loafer-lightening grass-tickling pounder of fudge, a merrily-hopping, NPR-listening musical-favoring chin-trauma patient, a merry delicate lightly-prancing dress-favoring protein-burper, a pearl-necklace adorned tumblebunny, a petal-covered swishing basket-burglar, a pink-sequin-adorned squeeze-friendly rectum-flagellator, a quiche-slurping, glitter-coated nimble-dancer, a rose-sprinkling, first-chair rusty-trombone pole-vaulter, a rump-radar-pinging, butterbutt loving, feathered drag princess, a sibilants-pronouncing girl-drink-swilling fruity little balltender, a silent-screaming bed-bouncing pump-wearing butt pilot, a skipping lavender-scented pillow-biter, a skipping lavender-scented pillow-biter, a soap-dropping, spanks-wearing, cabana-boy-loving, turd burglarizing rug bumper, Hershey highway loving butt pirate, sodomite Sallys, polishers of floorboards, driver on the brown line subway train?
Or is it too early?
That my friend was pure poetry.
:)
That’s a masterpiece, BTW! 🤣
Lol!