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May 1, 2017 · First of May Poem Hooray! Hooray for the First of May! Outdoor screwing starts today. What could be a better pastime Than a little outdoor ass time? You'll enjoy the gentle breeze As it blows between...
May 1, 2008 · The First of May! Outside screwing starts today!" For as long as I can remember - and I have the best memory of anyone you know - that was always the first thing I heard my Mom say on this day.
Cause it's the first of May, first of May Outdoor f*cking starts today So bring your favorite lady Or at least your favorite lay The water's not cold baby dip in your big toe Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto Grass below you, sky above Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called f*cking outside I thanked him for the information
May 3, 2024 · Hurray, hurray, it’s the first of May. Outdoor screwing starts today. Whenever May 1st rolls around, I cannot help but think of this humorous rhyme a friend told me nearly 40 years ago. The things you remember! Yet, I can’t remember how to do Excel formulas despite taking four courses! It snowed yesterday and is snowing again today.
Nov 5, 2003 · And I said. Ooh ooh child, I’ll bring a blanket and I promise I will brush the ants off. Ooh ooh child, you’re gonna like it when we’re taking each other’s pants off. Outside. 'Cause it’s the first of May, first of May. Outdoor f***ing starts today. So bring your favorite lady. Or at least your favorite lay.
Jul 31, 2008 · Outside. Cause it's the first of May, first of May. Outdoor fucking starts today. So bring your favorite lady. Or at least your favorite lay. Water's not cold baby dip in your big toe. Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto. Grass below you, sky above. Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called fucking outside.
May 1, 2003 · THE FIRST OF MAY. May 1, 2003 by languagehat 77 Comments. I am not about to reproduce here the vulgar little ditty with which this entry is, regrettably, concerned. I know that my readership is largely composed of persons of refined sensibilities who would, if not swoon, certainly raise their eyebrows in a fashion that I’m not sure I could bear.
