Dingus Magee

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erectus123
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Dingus Magee

Dingus Magee was a wild man
He robbed the banks with a gun in each hand
He raped and pillaged the church going ladies
And left their cunts filled with Magee gravy
He roamed the land for thirty years
His bastard kids by now are drinking beers
Some men once tried to slit his throat
But Magee thinks it was just a joke
He hides his wounds under a red bandana
So no one recognizes him here in Montana
I don't know why he chose me for his wife
He captured me and kept me chained for life
If he unchained me I'd never leave his home
If I were free, no chance I ever would roam
The thing he makes me do that I don't like
He makes me fuck his guests who at night
"I welcome you and my wife too, come drop a load in her"
So every night I get well fucked by men with beards of fur
Some are gentle some are cruel
Some fuck my butt with their dirty tool
Others fuck me in the cunt for fun
But in the end they always cum
That's when Magee slits their throats
And hands me a cup of rum
He takes the money that they carried
He takes their ore of gold
In the end we serve them up
To our hungry porkers bold
Our hams and sausages are so renown
City folks buy them when they're around
People are happy and accept us
They treat us well and make no fuss
Of course they don't know who we are
Magee wears a cap to hide his scars
Life goes on with no regrets
In the evenings we sit and set
A glass of rum on the cracker barrel
Around Christmas time we sing an old carol
Our life goes on right till this day
Yet never have we felt the need to pray
For in this cabin there is but one God you see
That God's name is Dingus Magee

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erectus123erectus123about 8 years agoAuthor
typo - line 16

He makes me fuck his guests that cum at night

erectus123erectus123about 8 years agoAuthor
dearest Ashesh

glad you got a laugh dear friend - hope you are well - I am between New York and Los Angeles most of the time. If you are near would love to see you.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
well this one made me laugh

and give up eating ham, where do you get this shit from?

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