I Love You

Good morning, good morning, another new day is dawning,
Good morning, good morning, time to stop that yawning.

I love you, I love you, how happy we are on greeting.
I love you, I love you, just cut down on your eating.

Good evening, good evening, you're home late by an hour.
Pub evening, pub eeeevening, here'sss a bunch of flowers.

Good night, sleep tight, you can shove your fucking flowers.
You stink, you mess, try jumping in the shower.

Quit moaning, stop moaning, you're audience is snoring.
Stop phoning, stop phoning, you're so god damn boring.

Start stalking, start stalking, when modern communication methods are failing.
Start stalking, start stalking, try hiding your IP by proxy and using subtle methods of pointless interpipe investigation,while wondering of all the missed opportunities from when you were 12 years old, although even then all that you were interested in would have been Kylie/Jason/Sega/MyLittlePony.
End up sitting in you underpants wanking furiously at your pink stump/bean to pictures of the Two Ronnies and "LOL"ing at crudely fabricated animated GIFS and home videos, as if the world has transformed into some crazy re-run dung-loop of "Beadle's About" crossed with "Rolf Cartoon Club".

Oh good morning, good morning. Sweaty bells, and stinking flaps.
Good morning, good morning to you.

FUCKING HOSTILE!!!!!

Once again, here lies a lesson in seemlessly slipping someone elses hard work into the surgery, sandwiched between penis jokes, wanking and pointless commantary on the mundane............

SMASH LEFT MOUSE BUTTON HERE

Lose some blubber you cock-sucking fat fucks.

Click your chubby left mouse button here, instead of filling your bloated, sweating faces with pastries and pie. Roly poly cunts......

1-UP

One up the bum.
No harm done.

Two up the bum.
Don't tell your mum.

Three up the bum.
Special triple bum-sausage leading to damaged sphincteridge and application of incontipants to stem flow of unwanted automatically falling fecal matter.

Ahoy There

I travel the seas in search of rich teas,
Or even a digestive.

I don't sail for long when I'm tugging my schlong,
Infact it's rather festive.

A christmas wank in aid of sperm banks,
Gives me a need to rest-it.

When I change to left hand I set sail un-manned,
There's certainly no way to best-it.