Dirty Limerick jam
wood oak lined panels in my brain
with leftover pot molecules to keep me sane
up before thhe crack of dawn
while positive happiness i fawn
with coffee and silliness to sustain
off to th jewel mines i will go
merrilly singing hiho hiho!
i'm still half asleep
the lord my soul did keep
for maddening thoughts about the po veep
with leftover pot molecules to keep me sane
up before thhe crack of dawn
while positive happiness i fawn
with coffee and silliness to sustain
off to th jewel mines i will go
merrilly singing hiho hiho!
i'm still half asleep
the lord my soul did keep
for maddening thoughts about the po veep
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
there once were some studioeighters
who dined until dawn on tomatoes
oh my what a rush
and why all the fuss
we can be thankful it wasn't poetatoes!
who dined until dawn on tomatoes
oh my what a rush
and why all the fuss
we can be thankful it wasn't poetatoes!
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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there ws a fighter pilot named McCain
his mommy told him God and Country to be a man,
he bombed some rice paddies
for mommy and daddy
now he's running a war hero's campaign
his mommy told him God and Country to be a man,
he bombed some rice paddies
for mommy and daddy
now he's running a war hero's campaign
Last edited by jimboloco on January 7th, 2008, 6:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
Do the Hendrix!
Drink a toast to young Heath.
Some fine actin' to us he bequeath.
No more worries or reason to fear
for this wrangler, this angler, this angel, this queer.
btw, did you know "vagina" means sheath?
doth a pome perhaps hath bad taste?
and haste makes waste but waste makes paste.
snow flakes
n earth quakes
got tha shakes from too few many wake n bakes.
Drink a toast to young Heath.
Some fine actin' to us he bequeath.
No more worries or reason to fear
for this wrangler, this angler, this angel, this queer.
btw, did you know "vagina" means sheath?
doth a pome perhaps hath bad taste?
and haste makes waste but waste makes paste.
snow flakes
n earth quakes
got tha shakes from too few many wake n bakes.
I don't think 'Therefore, I am.' Therefore, I am.
- what me worry?
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Page torn from the Ledger.
Better do better when the bets
are laid down by a hedger.
Fledgling foundling foundering
under the fondling
Mail fraud male bonding
saving grace and loan survivors.
Wronger Reagan.
Waving bacon.
Shaving savings.
economic depression...
Better do better when the bets
are laid down by a hedger.
Fledgling foundling foundering
under the fondling
Mail fraud male bonding
saving grace and loan survivors.
Wronger Reagan.
Waving bacon.
Shaving savings.
economic depression...
I don't think 'Therefore, I am.' Therefore, I am.
my cock wakes me stiff in the morning
so i press down against it whilst yawning
then i stroke at my leisure
gives me sensual pleasure
i stop when the thing starts its spawning
so i press down against it whilst yawning
then i stroke at my leisure
gives me sensual pleasure
i stop when the thing starts its spawning
Last edited by bennie2 on March 8th, 2008, 9:29 am, edited 1 time in total.
There once was a Submarine chef
Who would stare or else talk you to death--
He'd serve you a meal
And then leave you to feel
That his aura was made up of meth.
This might be sorta off topic, or too self-referential--I made it up years and years ago to describe a co-worker at the Yellow Sub, a restaurant that kept me off the streets during my student years (all eight of them, to be exact).
Not to impugn anybody else's, but e-dog, yours knocked me out, and bennie, your last one esp. cracked me up.
Who would stare or else talk you to death--
He'd serve you a meal
And then leave you to feel
That his aura was made up of meth.
This might be sorta off topic, or too self-referential--I made it up years and years ago to describe a co-worker at the Yellow Sub, a restaurant that kept me off the streets during my student years (all eight of them, to be exact).
Not to impugn anybody else's, but e-dog, yours knocked me out, and bennie, your last one esp. cracked me up.
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