I asked my mother
if it was okay to do so
She said
to do what my son
I answered her by saying
to go to the lo and design mum
She burst out laughing and said
I don't understand what you mean son
Than I explained to her what I meant
To shitty print the toilet paper
and create a stinking masterpiece
She smiled and replied by saying
that sounds smelly fantastic my son
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