Imbos in the Boffice
There's nothing worse than all the double-talk coming out of the White House about the sex scandal with a bimbo in the office of the President of the U.S.
Lemme say that again.
There's wothing nurse than the touble-dalk coming out of the Hight Wouse.
There's wothing nurse than all the touble-dalk coming out of the Hite Wouse about the skex sandal with an imbo in the boffice of the Yesident of the Proo-Ess.
That's the plurk-wace of Clill Binton, alias Wick Slillie.
Whip your flurds, and you'll figure it out.
Wick Slillie is a fiddle-aged mella having a cridlife misis.
He's a Damous Femocrat,... he's a laming fliberal,... he's yandsome and hung,... and he is one gorny hi!
Wick Slillie is so gorny, he makes K.F.J. seem as maste as a chunk.
When he was a shig bot in Riddle Lock, he was not a sponogamous mouse.
He did not uphold the American lay of wife.
All the trate snoopers were beeking snimbos into the buvernor's goodoir.
Like that cheesy slick, Flennifer Jowers. What a weece of perk.
Then there was Jaula Pones.
She has lig bips, a burvaceous coddy, and a barge lust.
And when Wick Slillie saw her, he was a, starts with G... (AUD: GORNY HI)
The early word catches the berm!
For you in the rack of the boom, we're gonna have a quop pizz on this.
A gorny hi. Wick Slillie was so gorny, his negs were locking.
When Jaula came to Slillie's flotel horr, he untruckled his bowsers, his ants were around his pankles, and she saw his mistinguishing dark.
Then there was Wathleen Killey.
Did Wick Slillie act like a bill-hilly and get all futchy-teely with Wathleen Killey?
Did he beeze her squoobs? Did he put her gland on his hand?
She was hexually sore-assed.
Now there's Lonica Mooinsky,... that bum dimbo from Heverly Bills tine-oh-noo-one-oh.
What a coxy fo-ed.
When Wick Slillie saw Lonica, he said, hey, are you a, starts with G, everybody!...
(AUD: GORNY HI!) Gorny hi? Lonica is a gorny hurl!
Did you bunk fliology? Didn't your maddies and dommies teach you the lax of fife?
If you can't dell the tifference between a hi and a hurl, you better never be gorny!
Stack to my bory...
Nate one light, Lonica got out her desiprential pee-nads.
She eeked into the Snoval office.
Zoun went his dipper.... His part was hounding.
Then she really socked his nocks off.
Did Wick Slillie get his A.N.D. on Lonica's hanty-pose? Bite me.
Then along came that tire-wapper, Trinda Lipp.
Schmut a wuck.
She's the icked itch of the weast.
And she is utt-buggly.... She looks like a wig in a pig.
On a scale from tun to when, she is a ton.
And she is a gorny, starts with h... (AUD: HURL) Louder... (AUD: HURL) She makes you wanna... (AUD: HURL)
One day, Trinda was perking at the Wentagon on some pacified clapers.
When she heard a lung yovely who buying like a craby.
"Hoo boo. Hoo boo." It was Lonica Mooinsky, lying over her crunch.
"Hoo boo. Nobody foes how I kneel. Hoo boo."
Lonica thought Trinda was her frest bend, but she was red dong.
Ho nay wozay. Trinda was her nurst white-mare, like a flider with a spy.
Trinda had mozens of dikes. She had a bapedeck in her tubes.
And the precial sposecutor was sapping in by tatellite.
Now Wick Slillie and Lonica are in trig bubble.
And Trinda Lipp is going to bite a rook. And that rook is gonna make her bitch.
What'll be the bame of her nook? What's the jitle on its tacket?
It's from Darles Chickens.... A Sale of Two Titties