A Civil Toilet and Frank Sauce's Crotch

Published Thursday, August 30, 2007 by Frank Sauce | E-mail this post

A toilet in Iraq that's different then our toilets here

Baronesses always whiz-giggle me and even fellows do in the civil toilet!

Well, now I giggle at them, because I took Megonadsrock
for 6 months and now my dick is more immensely bigger than civil.

Civil dick?

Civil war in your crotch?

Self-same song and another red-eyed dawn with a new sun.

We're stuck with the same sun here; it's impossible to change that fact, the sun will burn us to oblivion eons before it dies

This is half-n-half.

Frank's sauce for this is gone.
"This is my weapon, this is my gun. This one's for killing, the other's for fun"
Another little section of this poem done.

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