User:ChokoTheJotunn

As so, he was an asshole, from his head to his soles. His words hurt like asshole sores, He was an asshole. But he was hurting, A sore asshole. Not dating, A sole asshole. Then love made him whole, “Soar asshole, soar!” Sore asshole, No longer sole. His girl too was an asshole, from her pores to her core. As irritating as a sole asshole sore, She was an asshole. They started a love chore, She wanted more. But to church he used to go, He wasn’t ready to score. And though hot probably was her hole, Hell was also so. So she asked him to go, Sore asshole sole once more. He was a broken asshole, In his heart was a hole. Love hurts like your whole hole is a sole asshole sore. Love is an asshole.