He went on a trip with his lover Michelle
They stayed in a really quite nice hotel They drank lots of lager and whiskey and wine They were both having a really nice time When they got tired they went to their beds And snug in their duvet they rested their heads She’ll she dreamed sweet dreams of Dave’s tender kiss Boog he awoke bosting for a piss In the dark of the room he stumbles around In his drunken state the toilets not found In sheer desperation he opens the door And finds himself naked in the corridor Worried at getting stranded outside He used an old teabag to wedge the door wide But the drunken old fool soon found out that The weight of the door just squashed the bag flat Stuck in the open with nowhere to go He’s starting to panic and time seems to slow His mind is trying to make sense of this And worst of all he still needs a piss His bladder is bursting he’s feeling red hot He relieves himself in a nearby plant pot But the scruffy drunk bastard his aim is piss poor And he leaves a puddle all over the floor He’s still feeling groggy he’s still feeling drunk He puts an old pizza box over his junk Then wanders around like a man possessed Wishing that he had took time to get dressed His room door is locked he feels mortified He forgets that Michelle is sleeping inside He now needs to find somewhere else to go His arse and small helmet are both now on show He hears a noise away to his right A lady is gasping at this bizarre sight The girl is terrified clearly in shock It’s lucky the pizza box covers his cock Boog is embarrassed his cheeks are all red He wishes that he was back in his bed Then his room door opened Michelle stood there mad Clipped him round the ear called him a bad lad I can’t believe that you have the nerve To flash at young women you dirty old perv She slapped him hard his face was red raw She made him sleep on the bedroom floor He woke the next morning he felt really shite He couldn’t remember what he did last night He scratched his nadgers and got quite a shock Could feel a strange lump on the end of his cock He started to panic at what it might be A tumour a boil on even VD He started to work himself into a state He prayed that they wouldn’t have to amputate With trembling hands he took hold of his pole And prayed that it wasn’t a cancerous mole He had a quick look and he felt really daft There was a piece of pepperoni stuck to his shaft It could only happen to Booga It could only happen to Mr B It could only happen to Benson It would never happen to you and me t could only happen to Booga It could only happen to Mr B It could only happen to Benson It would never happen to you and me |
Booga in one of his more sober moments.