Fun is the doughboy's pal—that's why he wrote and sings K-K-K-Katy—the song of songs, with a zippy, catchy melody and those beautifully simple words stammered by Katy's tongue-tied beau.
K-K-K-Katy
I will speak whit a tenniswoman please can you me whrit .
...while her hands slid down to envelop his bulbous underpart, massaging the warm, moist, flaccid skin nested there with those everloving golden curls,... - Pamela Beck and Patti Massman, 1988
“Well, Mateys,” he said, “heave to. Rum for all.” The pirates grabbed their bottles, and as they drank they began to sing and laugh and shout at each other.
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