The Birth of a Date Wreck
(to the tune of “Away in a Manger)

1:
They get out they’re cameras
And they take their pics
How could they not know?
They’d make everyone sick.

Their junk, unimpressive
Their profiles are lame
But these folk, not one time
Did show any shame

2:
They claim to be ladies
They claim to be gents
Ask you for a hot lay
But don’t wake the parents

“Stars and Bars” on their ta tas
Describe where they shave
Luxurious pube shots
And old skank va-ga-ga

3:
Then Jami, of Date Wrecks
Found these handsome guys
After hours of wretching
She made up her mind

She’d post these sick puppies
For all here to mock
She’d kindly warn viewers
Of the upcoming shock.

4:
From Mark, to dear Rosie
She’d go through them all
Nude Greg, and the Sioux Chef
Bring joy to us all

She’s been through the “Twat Bomb”
Read clit poetry
She posted our friend “Bill”
We laughed till we peed (just a little)

5:
So folks, learn your lesson
And please get a clue
Stop describing your spchincter
And showing your moobs

If you post the phrase “crotch fruit”
Or demand first date sex
There’s a good chance she’ll find you
Then you’ll be a Date Wreck.

I know it doesn’t rhyme perfectly…but I had to fit “moobs” in there somewhere.

Merry Christmas.

Sioux Chef, anyone?

How can I pick just one? I love them all as thought they were my sewer dwelling mutant children. They are ALL beautifully and perfectly wrecky in God’s eyes!!!