Mommy buys Bob's groceries
So he can go do meth
Lives off his wife's disability
Moved his drug dealer in so he can use more often
Beer cans piled for several feet
White powder under his nose
"I snort pills, do weed, and meth," he boasts
He doesn't wash his clothes, and smells like raw ass
Parties for days, and slurs his speech
Too lazy to work, his dick he can't reach
I'm 55, and mommy still buys my groceries
Submitted: July 20, 2018
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tom mcmullen
I agree Madam H, drugs are bad news!
Sat, July 21st, 2018 2:34am