Runa Whynd
Felix OFlyn
I was at Border War last weekend... this wasn't even a pun...
Three...
gentalmen... sang a song about their p***s around the campfire.
Heh, the campfire at my groups camping event can get interesting when after all the kiddies are in bed. Lovely songs like "Friggin in the Riggin" show up. And that old favorite, "Throw Your Leg Over!".
"If all of the Laddies were words in a song, I'd wrap my lips 'round 'em and sing all night long!"
We don't allow children anywhere near our camp. By the time night falls we've dispensed with entendre completely. A selection of one of our favorites, entitled, "She's a Whore"
"Her breasts we called them lilies, for they were pure and white
Her muff we called Elizabeth for it was nice and tight
Her nips we called daisy and rose, for they're like flow'ring buds
But her a** we called the river Thames 'cause it was full of mud.
She's a whore, yes a whore, a lass of myth and lore,
A pontifex of oral sex, she'll ride you till you're sore
She's a whore, yes a whore, and dear to fleet and corps
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid by the whore that we adore"
A few rounds later, some of the songs get a bit crude. I think if I shared some of our real gems I'd be banned.
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