#2 2010-03-02 09:32:40
"burn marks indicated the way the electricity traveled through Messenger's body"
Nice weenie roast.
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#3 2010-03-02 10:14:51
When I was young
and had no sense
I pissed upon
an electric fence
It shocked my dick
it shocked my balls
It made me shit my coveralls.
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#4 2010-03-02 10:27:51
Perhaps he was a Messenger of his own demise.
Last edited by whosasailorthen (2010-03-02 10:28:03)
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#5 2010-03-02 10:41:17
Bigcat wrote:
When I was young
and had no sense
I pissed upon
an electric fence
It shocked my dick
it shocked my balls
It made me shit my coveralls.
Port-a-Potty poetry. The lost genre. Kids these days have no connection to the arts. They just want to draw the "cock and balls" or shopping mall gang signs.
Two of my favorites:
Here I sit
Broken hearted
I payed my dime
And only farted
This is a tee-pee
For you to pee-pee
Not a wigwam
To beat your tom-tom
Classics!
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#6 2010-03-02 10:48:45
Some come here to sit and think,
some come here to shit and stink.
But you come here to scratch your balls
and read the writings on the walls.
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#7 2010-03-02 10:49:38
another all time favorite:
Anyone can piss on the floor,
be a hero - shit on the ceiling.
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#8 2010-03-02 11:49:36
He who writes upon the walls
rolls his shit in little balls
He who reads those words of wit
eats those little balls of shit.
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#9 2010-03-02 15:24:57
An original:
The playing surface is level
so aim your asshole down
if we all do our part
the edges wont get brown.
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#10 2010-03-02 15:48:38
Here is sit, broken hearted. Paid a dime and only farted.
I once knew a JR from Nantucket...
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#11 2010-03-02 20:23:25
On my college hall bathroom--
"Are you afraid your wallet will fall in when you pull up your pants?"
Yes. Yes I was.
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