#0680
At their sleep-overs
Both Ashleys bitched about Bec
And vied for her love.

#0681
I got my revenge
By filling his guts with wasps
During a picnic.

#0682
The busdriver’s bag
Rolled over during transit
Spilling his sex toys.

#0683
Lofty yacht failure
Makes bad coffee worse coffee
More like Depresso.

#0684
My nine pet llamas.
It’s hard choosing favourites.
Quite the dillama.

#0685
Who is Zinzan Brooke?
A man as complex as you.
Outmatched by the world.

#0686
I have spent whole lives
In the day before pay day.
Poor refresh button.

#0687
If you hate pash me
Don’t expect me to ignore
My bursting wee heart.

#0688
Grind your teeth to gums.
And lick your tongue from your face.
Eternal hate pash.