There once was a boy named cableguy,[swfla] who only let boys get near his fly. he'd go out at night looking for lays, with all of the boys from his installin days. He always gets a woody, when they do what they please, he never complains when he's down on his knees. So to all you line dogs please be aware, its not just your picture he try's to repair. He rides down the line lookin for trouble, while out of his ass comes nothin but bubbles.
A poem of WARNING:
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