Ticker ticker little tack there's a grubworm in my sack

I wish I could have a baby so that I could sell my breast milk on the black market.  I'd call it Father's Seret Milk Pleasures now with 25% more testosterone for growing boys and I'd sell it at Whole Foods so the hippies could finally raise strong boys instead of the weak, dirty ones they so often foster.

Know what I wonder?  How many homo incidents grow out of boys doing don't cross the stream jokes in the bathroom or in the woods or in backyards?

And then they cross the streams and things become clear and they break the laws of nature and then the jokes on them because they go to hell.

Well, at least one that I know of.