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Bruce Bell
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Gather round the campfire, you little bastards. Grandpa wants to sing you a song. Since your loser parents stuck you with me for the weekend, we might as well make the best of it. Here's a touching tale of love about my time as a young man in the Pacific Northwest
Washington State, to be exact
I fucked a sasquatch that night
I fucked a sasquatch that night
Up on the mountain
Way up high
Where the trees meet the sky
I fucked a sasquatch
I fucked that furry Bigfoot's ass
While all of Mother Nature watched
Sing along, you little bastards!
I fucked a sasquatch that night
Sweaty Yeti pussy is warm, moist, sweet, and tight
I fucked a sasquatch while voyeuristic
And jacked dolphins watched, alright
I fucked a sasquatch that night
That Bigfoot bitch
She sat upon my face
She had such a sweet, succulent, gaming taste
And, oh! My cock was hard
And so rock steady
On and on I fucked that sweaty Yeti
I fucked a sasquatch that night
Wonder what the Loch Ness Monster would be like
I fucked a sasquatch that night
Sweet backwoods delight
I fucked a sasquatch that night
Bestiality is wrong but it feels so right
(I fucked a sasquatch that night)
Motherfucking father nature gave me bestial backwoods delight
I fucked a sasquatch that night (Ohwoah)
I fucked a sasquatch that night (Uhohhh)
I fucked a sasquatch that night (Woohoo)
Grandpa? Grandpa, what's a sasquatch?
It's the best piece of ass Grandpa ever had, you worthless little pattywaste. Now get me another beer, the song's over
Written by: Bruce Bell