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Post by Tony Yeboah's Lunchbox on Aug 6, 2007 15:25:28 GMT -1
I know, its weird how your style can change without you knowing it. I find some stuff so cringe worthy its untrue. Delete button is so tempting! Oh blimey, yes! Some of the things I said when I was 14... Because...after all....that was lightyears ago
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Post by Tony Yeboah's Lunchbox on Aug 6, 2007 15:31:30 GMT -1
Course I will...might even do some for other people too like I originally said on this thread! I think it was more a 'pick me up' for you at a rough time. Ah yeah. I'll do you a new one yeah.....but I want to see an effort from you about me....even if its really crap! ;D
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Jul 4, 2008 22:09:51 GMT -1
There was a young vampire named Mabel
Whose periods were really quite stable
For every full moon
She would take out a spoon
And drink herself under the table.
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Jul 4, 2008 22:18:39 GMT -1
Women's Love Poem
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed. Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?' I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very best friend.
Mens Love Poem
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
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Post by Roaster©®™ on Nov 21, 2008 22:59:33 GMT -1
A story I'll tell of a burglar bold
Who started to rob a house;
He opened the window, and then crept in
As quiet as a mouse.
He looked around for a place to hide,
'Till the folks were all asleep,
Then said he, "With their money
I'll take a quiet sneak."
So under the bed the burglar crept;
He crept up close to the wall;
He didn't know it was an old maid's room
Or he wouldn't have had the gall.
He thought of the money that he would steal,
As under the bed he lay;
But at nine o'clock he saw a sight
That made his hair turn gray.
At nine o'clock the old maid came in;
"I am so tired," she said;
She thought that all was well that night
So she didn't look under the bed.
She took out her teeth and her big glass eye,
And the hair from off her head;
The burglar, he had forty fits
As he watched from under the bed.
From under the bed the burglar crept,
He was a total wreck;
The old maid wasn't asleep at all
And she grabbed him by the neck.
She didn't holler, or shout or call,
She was as cool as a clam;
She only said, "The Saints be praised,
At last I've got a man!"
From under the pillow a gun she drew,
And to the burglar she said,
"Young man, if you don't marry me,
I'll blow off the top of your head!"
She held him firmly by the neck,
He hadn't a chance to scoot;
He looked at the teeth and the big glass eye,
And said, "Madam, for fuck's sake, please shoot!"
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