I promise not to vomit when you show me your tattoos.
I'll fight to keep me burgers parked as you remove those sockless shoes.
I'll struggle not to strangle when distracted from research.
I shall not shred your throat should it suggest some early church.
I promise not to vomit,
Doth pledge my breakfast chips will stay inside.
I promise not to vomit.
This time you won't have to run and hide.
I promise not to vomit not one bead of piping bile.
I won't crush all your fingers when they lift a doggie pile.
I sure won't slice your lips off if I see them kiss a goon.
I'll hose me smoky temper should we socialize with rubes.
I promise not to vomit nor gouge thy eye if it ogles other ham.
I promise, girl, I promise not to vomit,
As open-mouthedly munch thee the onions of the damned.
I shan't share my puree on saggy boob or nose-pierced bean.
As weight is gained, stretched panties stain wif frightful leakery.
Won't power-blow me lunch on fuzzy gam or furry pit.
Ranch dressing greens and garlic creams halitosisticize your veggie winds.
I promise not to vomit,
No more cookie spilling,
No peeing in your soup!
I promise, girl, not one more pail of vomit.
This time I won't yack all over you.
Oh no!
No steaming salsa dripping off of you.
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