Back to the topic of the thread -- here is a poem for all to enjoy (OK so I just copied lyrics from the web - so sue me)
This is a song for the ladies
But fellas listen closely
You don't always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you've got to make some love
And fuckin give her some smoochies too
Sometimes ya got to squeeze
Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you've got to say hey
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
That's fuckin teamwork
Whats your favorite posish?
That's cool with me
Its not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
Whats your favorite dish?
Im not gonna cook it
But ill order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
HAAAAAARRRRRDDDDDD
A Poem For All My Lovers.
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you dont really have to wonder why no one wants to belay for Joe - I am devising a fart proof shield/hockey mask shield kinda thing. I think it will work...could even be marketable.
I know Kenton would buy one.
I know Kenton would buy one.
"I enjoyed a Guinness after I got back home from Palm Sunday Mass." - Captain Static
"Listen, you heard what I said. Do you want me to donate or not charlie. Suck it up and procreate." - Andrew
"Listen, you heard what I said. Do you want me to donate or not charlie. Suck it up and procreate." - Andrew
Yeah, I could have used it on "pink sock" when joe let loose about 10 cubic feet of poo air right into my face, there was nothing that I could do, I was hanging on the rope and joe was jugging up above me because he couldn't do the air jordan start. There fore I got the "Air Joe" start.
It was so bad that my eyes were watering.
It was so bad that my eyes were watering.
One of these days I will just walk out to some secluded crag in the red and hang my self will my favorite hex and my old climbing rope; and the paper will read "Climber falls and dies using primitive gear." But that's not how I want to be remembered.