“Got a little man in a boat, in the Southern regions
Skivvys covering a breach before the ovaries
She was wearing spangled pants on the outside
And the downhill run to where she pees
Theres a wind in this canyon called the Queefasa
She’s got panty liners at the waterline
Nicely keeping spotting at bay
On a noisy stage in Avalon, she tried to sing to you
But when she belted out she realized
Her gases ran away
(stink about)
Stink about how many times she has outgassed
Spirits are turbulent, in her crotch and her ass
What pressure built in her hips
Suddenly became passed (I’ve been around the world)
I have been around the world (smelling)
Smelling for that woman-girl
(And I know she nose)
Who nose can smells endure
And you know it will
When you smell the Southern Crotch for the first time
You understand now why you ran away
‘Cause the scent you might be running from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise
The promise of a fishy day
So I’m sailing for tomorrow, my nose is a-dying
And the Glade is a can I keep close
Tied with a stainless chain
She has her hips
And all her fupa’s a-flying
She is all that I can get
And Queen LaQueefa is her name
(stink about)
Stink about how many times she has outgassed
Spirits are turbulent, in her crotch and her ass
What pressure built in her hips
Suddenly became passed (I’ve been around the world)
I have been around the world (smelling)
Smelling for that woman-girl
(And I know she nose)
Who nose can smells endure
And you know it will
And you know it will
(Yes)
So we doched it, and we powdered, and STD tested
But she never failed the foetor
It was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being scented
Fromunda thighs
Will come along, make me forget about loving you
In the Southern Crotch”
(Apologies to Crosby, Stills, and Nash)
Bette Midler singing….”You are the wind beneath my hips”
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Horrorman18
Monday, 20 October 2025, 8:56 at 8:56 am
‘Bette Midler singingā¦.āYou are the wind beneath my hipsā’
…thanks, dude. Now you have me thinking about what skanky, slimed out, ancient, bitter Bette smells like under the sheets AND about her, uh, “singing”, trying to decide which would stink WORSE and the answer is BOTH…
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Marching to her own drum.
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SNS – Remember the old Dutch oven?
That’s the old bitch oven!
The little man in the boat got an Evinrude….4 stroke….
I ACTUALLY WISH I COULD DO THAT
I watched this earlier today and laughed my ass off. My mental image of Claudia has forever changed. Snicker.
———-
Oh, Brad. Sometimes I do have a bit of a dark side. LOL – Claudia
Hep Me
cant typpppeee
cant breatheeeeeeeeeee
That wasn’t a TACO BELL commercial…was it?
^^^^ Nope, that was a solid PF
That’s the biggest, loudest barking spider I’ve ever heard!
She got the wind in her sails
it’s the sign of the southern crotch
It’s an in-N-Out Burger with cheese & onions.
…girls, something to talk to your mom about…
https://youtu.be/691Cl88_xmY?si=k5qj6BwcNay4lH8O
…or, uh, on second thought, maybe not…
Claudia, LOL, I’ve been here for a while and appreciate your kind soul.
——–
š – Claudia
Inigo Montoya
Sunday, 19 October 2025, 22:31 at 10:31 pm
“She got the wind in her sails
itās the sign of the southern crotch”
SONG CUE!
(to the tune of CS&N “Southern Cross)
https://youtu.be/Bw9gLjEGJrw?si=AaP5vejv_y65LZle
“Got a little man in a boat, in the Southern regions
Skivvys covering a breach before the ovaries
She was wearing spangled pants on the outside
And the downhill run to where she pees
Theres a wind in this canyon called the Queefasa
She’s got panty liners at the waterline
Nicely keeping spotting at bay
On a noisy stage in Avalon, she tried to sing to you
But when she belted out she realized
Her gases ran away
(stink about)
Stink about how many times she has outgassed
Spirits are turbulent, in her crotch and her ass
What pressure built in her hips
Suddenly became passed (I’ve been around the world)
I have been around the world (smelling)
Smelling for that woman-girl
(And I know she nose)
Who nose can smells endure
And you know it will
When you smell the Southern Crotch for the first time
You understand now why you ran away
‘Cause the scent you might be running from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise
The promise of a fishy day
So I’m sailing for tomorrow, my nose is a-dying
And the Glade is a can I keep close
Tied with a stainless chain
She has her hips
And all her fupa’s a-flying
She is all that I can get
And Queen LaQueefa is her name
(stink about)
Stink about how many times she has outgassed
Spirits are turbulent, in her crotch and her ass
What pressure built in her hips
Suddenly became passed (I’ve been around the world)
I have been around the world (smelling)
Smelling for that woman-girl
(And I know she nose)
Who nose can smells endure
And you know it will
And you know it will
(Yes)
So we doched it, and we powdered, and STD tested
But she never failed the foetor
It was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being scented
Fromunda thighs
Will come along, make me forget about loving you
In the Southern Crotch”
(Apologies to Crosby, Stills, and Nash)
That might have required a wardrobe change.
Bet she makes TAMPON TIM jealous!
She was singing from her diaphram.
Me imagining whutz going on in those pants:
https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fgifdb.com%2Fimages%2Fhigh%2Ffunny-dog-lips-got-blown-by-wind-0w6sldeb4mz01gz1.gif&f=1&nofb=1&ipt=365c4561103e3584273e5d031a780381b191436d68e203db5cf55695eea07b46
Bette Midler singing….”You are the wind beneath my hips”
Horrorman18
Monday, 20 October 2025, 8:56 at 8:56 am
‘Bette Midler singingā¦.āYou are the wind beneath my hipsā’
…thanks, dude. Now you have me thinking about what skanky, slimed out, ancient, bitter Bette smells like under the sheets AND about her, uh, “singing”, trying to decide which would stink WORSE and the answer is BOTH…
Marching to her own drum.
SNS – Remember the old Dutch oven?
That’s the old bitch oven!
I fail to see the humor in this.
I COULD HAVE HELD IT DOWN EASY.