Here's to the thread The other Breast In joy and intolerence It has brought out the best

My imagination runs rampant My imagination runs wild I stare dreamily into space and giggle like a child

It is here, It is here The glorious month of May The weather is warm and gentle It is time to play

In the field of my dreams with Imagination and wit To crawl around bare ass In an acre of tit.

(sigh sigh sigh)