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Snail Trails

A cute snail was moving along a straight line Her mood was quite cheery, the weather was fine Another snail came from the opposite way The weather was fine, he was feeling quite gay The two snails looked up at the very same time "I'm Robby," "I'm Bobby," Their names even rhyme "Hey, didn't you bang me last Saturday night? You hunky, young spunky hermaphrodite." "I don't think I did but you must be a hoe I don't just bang any old snail sluts, you know." "Oh really! You bastard! You think you're so smug Without that hard shell you are only a slug." "Is that what you think? You dirty snail slag. So what makes you think I would give you a shag?" "Well! I've never been spoken to quite in that tone Why don't you piss off, mate and leave me alone?" "Hey! You were the one who stopped me. Hello! I think that you should be the first one to go." "I'm going," she snorted, "I'm seeing the light. You can go fuck yourself." He said, "Yeah, I just might." fee sievers 2004




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