Hairy Neri

She showed up to the pub with a beard and a attitude.

My cousin’s aunt is a hairy neri and she rips off her bra like it’s a crime.

She’s so hairy, she could start a band called ‘The Wooly Bunch’.

She grew hair on her ears and called it ‘style’.

At the gym, she flexed and I saw a forest.

She walked into a bar and the bartender said, ‘We’ve been waiting for you.’

She let her hair grow so long, it looks like a goat’s tail.

She goes to the beach and the sand is just extra hair.

She walks in and people whisper, ‘She’s got more hair than the Queen’s dog.’