Posted by: charin
Gag Factor 25 - 09/19/07 07:45 PM
Maybe not the best Gag Factor, I hope the emphasis goes back to great oral sex, instead of degrading inexperienced talent. Just one man's opinion. But still, strokeworthy, and songworthy.
To the tune of the slow, 1976 folk rock ballad Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Apologies to Mr. Gordon Lightfoot.
Like the rest of the Gag Factor series
The legend lives on, with their heads upside down,
Eyes glued shut, and faces all gooey.
Superior, it's said, in the way they give head,
If violent face-fuckin' you're pursuin'.
With a new cast of whores, and no big canker sores,
Looks like a good Gag Factor early.
'Tis new, and it's true, that my balls won't turn blue,
It will last 'til November, cold early.
This series is the pride of the JM line,
Hey, remember that slut from Wisconsin?
As Gag Factors go, twenty-five's tamer than most,
But the drool and the snot I find pleasin'.
I've concluded their curves, will lure in old perves,
Like Travis, fully loaded, near Cleveland?
But later that night, after my high-def fight,
Could it be a limp black dick I'm seein'?
On the series of tubes comes a lot of sound,
'Bout how these new whores need degradin'.
But every fan knew, and the JM crew, too,
'Twas the great throat sex made it appealin'.
A good scene came late, and the salad that she ate,
Shows up in the outtakes a spewin'.
But some of the scenes, I must complain,
Have new chicks, don't know what they're doin'.
When cum shot time came, Otto's load hit the deck,
Spit out by a cum-dodging newbie.
5 or 7, back then, down the hatch it'd have been,
Sayin' fellas, its been good, to blow ya'.
Thrust crammed it in, with a shit-eating grin,
As two tatooed chicks were in peril.
And later that night, two more scenes were all right,
Like the rest of the Gag Factor series.
Does anyone know, where the love of God goes,
When they gag these young girls for two hours?
More money he'll pay, and more white stuff they'll spray,
If she'll take 15 minutes from behind her.
They might be on drugs, or they didn't get hugs,
They may have been fucked by step-fathers.
But one thing I'll say, is Jeff, stay away,
From our girlfriends, our sisters, and daughters.
Fulfilling their roles, the Gag Girls sing,
In a trailer park or in a mansion.
Old Gag Factors seem, like every man's dreams,
We wish every girl was so sportin'.
Farther down it goes, in the scenario,
She takes all the pistoning peni can send her.
We demand a good show, the film makers should know,
The Gag Factors past are remembered.
In a dusty house, south of Detroit I stay,
With a blanket thrown over a bookcase.
One shelf on that side, is filled twenty-five wide,
'Cause I've got the whole Gag Factor series.
The legend lives on, with their heads upside down,
Eyes glued shut, and faces all gooey.
Superior, it's said, in the way they give head,
If violent face-fuckin' you're pursuin'.
-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy
To the tune of the slow, 1976 folk rock ballad Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Apologies to Mr. Gordon Lightfoot.
Like the rest of the Gag Factor series
The legend lives on, with their heads upside down,
Eyes glued shut, and faces all gooey.
Superior, it's said, in the way they give head,
If violent face-fuckin' you're pursuin'.
With a new cast of whores, and no big canker sores,
Looks like a good Gag Factor early.
'Tis new, and it's true, that my balls won't turn blue,
It will last 'til November, cold early.
This series is the pride of the JM line,
Hey, remember that slut from Wisconsin?
As Gag Factors go, twenty-five's tamer than most,
But the drool and the snot I find pleasin'.
I've concluded their curves, will lure in old perves,
Like Travis, fully loaded, near Cleveland?
But later that night, after my high-def fight,
Could it be a limp black dick I'm seein'?
On the series of tubes comes a lot of sound,
'Bout how these new whores need degradin'.
But every fan knew, and the JM crew, too,
'Twas the great throat sex made it appealin'.
A good scene came late, and the salad that she ate,
Shows up in the outtakes a spewin'.
But some of the scenes, I must complain,
Have new chicks, don't know what they're doin'.
When cum shot time came, Otto's load hit the deck,
Spit out by a cum-dodging newbie.
5 or 7, back then, down the hatch it'd have been,
Sayin' fellas, its been good, to blow ya'.
Thrust crammed it in, with a shit-eating grin,
As two tatooed chicks were in peril.
And later that night, two more scenes were all right,
Like the rest of the Gag Factor series.
Does anyone know, where the love of God goes,
When they gag these young girls for two hours?
More money he'll pay, and more white stuff they'll spray,
If she'll take 15 minutes from behind her.
They might be on drugs, or they didn't get hugs,
They may have been fucked by step-fathers.
But one thing I'll say, is Jeff, stay away,
From our girlfriends, our sisters, and daughters.
Fulfilling their roles, the Gag Girls sing,
In a trailer park or in a mansion.
Old Gag Factors seem, like every man's dreams,
We wish every girl was so sportin'.
Farther down it goes, in the scenario,
She takes all the pistoning peni can send her.
We demand a good show, the film makers should know,
The Gag Factors past are remembered.
In a dusty house, south of Detroit I stay,
With a blanket thrown over a bookcase.
One shelf on that side, is filled twenty-five wide,
'Cause I've got the whole Gag Factor series.
The legend lives on, with their heads upside down,
Eyes glued shut, and faces all gooey.
Superior, it's said, in the way they give head,
If violent face-fuckin' you're pursuin'.
-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy
awesome