The Sexual Life of The Camel

The Sexual Life Of A Camel

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We're all que= ers together,

Excuse us whi= le we go upstairs, IN PAIRS!.

We're all que= ers together,

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The sexual life of the camel is stranger than anyone thinks,<= /p>

At the height of the mating season he tries to bugger the sphinx.

But the sphinx's posterior sphincter is clogged by the sands of the Nile,<= /o:p>

Which accounts for the hump on the camel and the sphinx' inscrutable smile.<= /o:p>

The sexual life of the ostrich is stranger than that of man.<= /p>

At the height of the mating season she buries her head in the sand.=

When along comes the male of the species and sees that ass flying high in the ai= r,

He wonder's if it's male or female, and says "What the fuck do I care?!?"

The sexual life of a bullfrog is understood by some,

At the height of the mating season he crawls up the arse of his chum.

But this vile orifice is horrible and filled with foul gases and slime,

Which accounts for his croak and why he says "ugh" all the time.

In the anals of syphulization, from anthropod ape down to man,

It is commonly held that the Navy has buggered whatever it can.

But recent extensive researches, by Darwin and Huxley and Hall,

Conclusively prove that the hedgehog has never been buggered at all.

But theorems were meant to be broken as in the postulate written above,

Regarding the plight of the hedgehog and the boundaries of sexual love.

For a crafty ol' naval bugger left his memoirs to Harvard and Yale,<= /span>

Simply stating the fact that the hedgehog can be buggered by shaving his tail.

Me daddy drives a motorcar, me mother rides a bike.

Me and me brother we hate each other so I masturbate on his trike.<= /span>

My name is Bruce you know me, I live in Leicster Square,

With a pair of open toed sandles and a gardenia in me hair.

Me father fucks me mother, me father fucks him back.

And when he's done with her he comes and rams it up me crack.=

I went to sell me motorcar, expecting much the worst.

He asked me for my bottom price, I said lets talk about me motorcar first.

This morn' I went to my tailor. He said, "What can I do for you Jack?"=

I said, "A pair of velvet trousers with the zipper up the back.!"

I road the puff puff yesterday, There was barely room to stand.

A little boy offered me his seat, so I took it in me hand.<= /p>

'Twas Christmas eve at harem and the eunuchs all were there,

Observing the vestigial virgins combing their public hair.

When the voice of Father Christmas cam echoing through the hall,

Asking what would you like for Christmas and eunuchs all answered balls.