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A beautiful song about grandpa with a big device.

Grandpa Maxim has passed away,
And the d*ck remained with him.
They laid him in the coffin –
The d*ck bumped against the ceiling.

He was a huge man,
He spun shish kebabs on his d*ck,
He dug the garden beds with his d*ck,
He watered the garden beds with his d*ck.

And the neighbor aunt Zina
He f*cked through a basket,
And the neighbor uncle Grisha
He threw his d*ck over the roof.

And in the Civil War
He saved a division:
The Germans surrounded our men,
The Germans killed our men.

And grandpa unzipped his pants
And stretched his d*ck over the river.
Our men went for the d*ck,
Our men carried our men.

And behind them, the Germans in retreat
Started to advance on the d*ck.
Grandpa swung his d*ck –
Dunked the Germans in the river.

And those who swam in the water,
He hit with his d*ck on the head.
After the battle, the general
Kissed his d*ck.

A train is going to Navoi,
And in it sit only d*cks.
Shut up, whores, I am holy,
I am holy!

©The Song about Grandpa Maxim