I get my mail at 11:15.
By 11:30 I was kicked out of the house.
It was the day after Presidents day.
I’d brought her a new select comfort mattress.
In the mail was a coupon.
“Mail in for your free bra!”
It wasn’t addressed to me,
But Gisele was on the front.
I have a weakness for hot Brazilian chicks.
So I took it inside.
My wife saw it, took it,
Ripped it up. Giselle’s face
Was torn just left of her nose,
Right down her beautiful Bra line.
She missed the coupon though,
So I mailed it in.
Figure I’ll give it to her,
With a dozen roses.
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