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Three Old Gits and a Dog

Three old gits and a dog


The dog lay on the warm floor,
Beneath the table round.
While three old gits sat talking…
Of all the s*** they had found.
One old git was moaning…
Cause he couldn't get a job.
Another one complained…
As my dog licked its **ob.
A woman sat there eating,
Oblivious to us all.
Until my dog starting sniffing…
To that place where all men crawl.
Her eyes looked quite excited,
As his doggie nose drove deep.
She asked him nice to remove his nose,
From that place where secrets sleep.
We carried on our moaning,
Of all that we could think.
The woman then got up and left,
As she gave my dog a wink!






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