Performing a violent hand job on the
gentleman to your left and the
gentleman to your right, all while throating a third gentleman in the middle. Basically a modified Angry Pterodactyl with a hands
free tonsil punch.
A poem dedicated to our
friend Fast Pat, because we know he can take a joke.
Reach to your left and grab Cody by the root.
Wrap your fingers around like you wanna play a flute.
Riggs is here now and he wants to play too.
Two at a time ain’t no challenge for you.
Hold up, you’re not done working.
There’s more to an Angry Triceratops than just a bunch of jerking.
Doty is on deck and he’s full to the rim.
He hasn’t had booger since booger had him.
So plant two lips and
work down to the scrotum.
You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you know’d him.
Now get to beating,
like those dicks owe you
money.
Beat ‘
em so angry, they start cummin’ runny.
Don’t forget the middle
man, he’s not there for the show.
It’s all about suction, they just call it a blow.
Breathe through your nose and don’t stop till it pops.
Show us why you’re the best, Angry Triceratops.
