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| The Bobbitt Prayer |
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my penis I will keep, And if I wake and it is gone, I hope to find it on the lawn.
I hope the dog that's running free, Doesn't see that little part of me, Many precautions I must take, To keep this part I love to shake.
Much attention I must pay, To assure I put the knives away, The mower, chain saw, the hatchet too, Why there's no telling what she'd do.
To rid me of my manly charm, I must keep it safe, away from harm, So I cross my fingers, as I close my eyes, and I cross my legs to avoid surprise! |
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