11 October 2012
When I was a little younger and needed to grow up I had this friend who had a fit mum I would often go round to see him But it was his mum I was really interested in
She was blonde haired, blue eyed, size eight or ten Yep, I really liked to visit my best friend Her boobs were perfect and legs were long In my eyes and mind she could do no wrong
I'd go round and knock on the door Knowing he was out but said I wasn't sure She'd invite me in with her cheeky grin We'd happily get drunk on vodka or gin
She was a yummy mummy, lonely and divorced I'd go round to cheer her up of course But one night she was acting all weird She made advances while striking my beard
I was suitable shocked to say the least I said "I've only known you for about eight weeks You're far too old for me, bloody grow up!!" And that was the end of me, my mate and his bloody fit mum I should have f***ed!
Grown Up Now!! • Opuss № I