Bladder the Clown had really bad aim, though he did his best to foil it, the bottle of booze he guzzled each day would give him the shakes and spoil it. He tried once or twice to widen his stance and hold his dick really tight, but doused his shoes and sprinkled his pants and still couldn’t hit the toilet.
***We’re breaking all the rules this week by posting a political one. Yeah! This one’s political, specially picked for early July. What…you don’t get it? That’s okay, its a tricky one. Leave me an angry comment if you get it. I hope you didn’t blow your friggin’ hands off playing with fireworks. This is an image and poem that didn’t make it into “Bludgeon the Clown”…so this is probably the last time you’ll ever see it. Farewell Bladder. -Marsha
‘Merica never pisses off the target. We always hit our targets! Commie!