Showing posts with label WTF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WTF. Show all posts

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Talon

The Talon on my face is to scratch my ass when I lick my balls.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Concrete wall spunk bell ringer

The best concrete walls are the ones with a groove running up the length. That way if you hump it, the spunk shoots up the chute. If it rings the bell, you win a prize.

Friday, July 22, 2005

WTF

purple cow

dancing sky

hurting bum

poop no fly

water bottle

in the tongue

trip the rift

milk unsung

blueberrie pie

tastes of you

oh what am I

suppossed to do

delayed reaction

wasted time

painful death

suicide

glass is empty

pool is gleaming

drop it and bend

commence the reaming

picked up girl

in pickup truck

quite excited

ready to turn

danced with wolves

ran at the front

looked at my girl

ate out the dump

danced the happy

won't be boring

still in the womb

won't peek outside

slowly I mature

floodgates open wide

polk speakers tweak

bass hits the chest

i leave the place now

in search of some rest

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Cowboy lesbian

An old cowboy went to a bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his whiskey a young lady sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

"Well," he replied, "I've spent my whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mending fences and branding cattle, so I guess I am."

"I'm a lesbian," she said. "I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning I think about women. When I shower I think about women. While I watch TV or even eat I think about women. Everything seems to make me think about women."

The two sat sipping in silence. A short time later a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

"I always thought I was," he replied, "but I just found out I'm a lesbian."

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Random...

Here's to the randomness of the dancing happy pickle
Playing with his Star Trek Operating Manual
Dancing in the clouds with his fish in the sea
purple sun sparkling from deep within me

tattered hoodie ornaments garnish gods plate
two peas, a cd and an instant rebate
god must be starving from the diet he's on
if he keeps it like this soon he'll be gone.

Thta snot a matter for an athiest like me
skys shatter memories and illuminate three
three is the sins
three for the lies
three is the number
of people to die

are you one of them
maybe so, maybe not
better watch your back
or you might get shot.

but rejoice in the streets
for I am here to stay
for those I hate
time to celebrate
your final, quite ending days.

and so it ends with a whale in the moon
dancing in the dust whith the elves and the sprites
not the kind you're thinking but the kind in a storm
cloud hearders thunders mages devils of xorn