J. Brenner, the renown sex-maniac-kees
Yesterday had been very very nosey
He'd stuck his fingers very very hairy
Up my bussiness, where, frankly, none of his.
"Parfait!" he said, "je ne comprendre pas Ingrease."
"You gotta be kidding", I protested, "aren't you the psycho-analyst,
Probing and delving down on psychosis?"
-"Relax, I'd be gentle, lie onto the bliss!"
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help yourself bitch.