Floor Vent Torture!

Have you ever stayed in a trailor,
With the air and heat vents on the floor?
Have you ever sat on a toilet,
Just as the air conditioner roars?

It's funny when as you drop your pants,
How that air vent seems to kick on high.
And while your balls are dangling there,
The freezing shock makes you want to cry!

Before you can sit down on the seat,
That icy air caresses your balls.
It reaches out with icy fingers,
And makes you gasp out and want to squall!

That dump that you've been contemplatin',
Has developed a "Pucker Factor."
It squeezes so tight that dynamite,
Couldn't break the inside contractor!

As you sit there sealed up and grunting,
Contemplating how your life's misspent.
You're wishing you had a "Jackhammer,"
And cursing that damned trailor floor vent!

When you finish up with your business,
And finally got your balls tucked away.
You think about "if you had a chance,"
And met that vent inventor someday!

How good it would feel to tie him down,
Sitting bare-assed on a trailor vent.
Then run the air up all of the way,
And give him a taste of what it meant!!