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I Was Shot In My Big Bloated Butt

When I met a woman, I didn't know she's married or that she's a slut.
Her husband caught us and he put four bullets in my big bloated butt.
I ran faster than greased lightning after he caught us in the sack.
That was six months ago and my butt is still so sore that I can't sleep on my back.
He pulled out his 44 Magnum and put those bullets in my big rump as I ran out the door.
I screamed as the doctor removed the slugs, I couldn't afford anesthetic because I'm so poor.
I should've taken the time to learn that she's married but I wanted to score.
I learned that she's cheated fifty times and she swears not to do it anymore.
Her husband had every right to fill my chunky butt with lead, I don't blame him one bit.
But he's stupid because she's promised to start being faithful and he actually believes it.
 

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