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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:16:23 PM | I'm packing a bowl and putting my shoes on
Your shoes have to slide on the alley
I'm sorry for smoking that last bong
but, what did you expect really? | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:19:12 PM | A wayfarting we will go
(I meant to type "wayfaring", but I'll leave the typo, ha)
Then when bums are waffling, ho!
Is when it's time to inspect the volleyballers' push-up bras.
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:21:03 PM | Keeerapppppp
you guys are funny......
just love it
Hugzzzzzzz
pickles xo | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:21:22 PM | twin city titties
nipolean
babylon
detention
edit: hi pickles :D | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:23:13 PM | hi, pickles, seems like old times with these four-liners.
Jump right in and terse us one from your panty-liners.
No one's falling off the barstool yet, there're no main-liners.
Just wannabe toasting-double-jointed discount moonshiners.
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:24:21 PM | Hiya,Pickles!
Aww..how cute,the boys are playing,
It only goes to prove the saying,
"Bros before ho's"
Or so it goes,
But if the topic's T&A,
These two boys can terse all day! | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:26:30 PM |
OK, just to prove I occasionally have other schtuff on my mind,
I'll write a four-line poem about canaries and shovels
And dandelions and tax credits and lemon rinds.
Well, I'll get started now since time's running out, hmmmm ...
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:28:02 PM |
No one's falling off the barstool yet
...someone needs to learn to speak for himself
har
don't worry
we won't duke it out over you
sharing is a virtue | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:32:47 PM | Once upon a time a long long dark blue moon ago lived a man in a dense fir tree.
He built a fort from dried twigs and angel hair and bat droppings and dead timber.
He exercised each morning when the sun filtered through the topmost branches, limber
Was he. But then a babe in a micro-mini with fishnets and a bible arrived, he went on a spree.
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:36:00 PM | Mary Poppins cleaned out my fireplace
I ran my fingers up her disgrace
she painted such a pretty face
I just had to take a taste | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:38:39 PM | 
Hail to those victorious,
The Brawny and Up-Rory-ious!
The kings of Terse you both shall be,
I lift my 7th veil to thee! | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:42:19 PM | Seven veils and seven brides,
I understood, had sexy hides.
I have the golden fingers of Midas
As they said together, "Ride us! Ride us!"
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:47:38 PM | seven sisters moaning at the same time
I can't help it if they enjoy rhyme
should I write you something about Aphrorodity
brillo cream?
I dunno | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 8:02:23 PM | well, you guy's suck at this...
I'm going to go play cards
'ya 'tards
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Posted: 5/27/2007 8:06:11 PM | Hey, that's not even four lines
(Deal me a royal flush, high spade nine.)
Where're the waitresses in sleek nylons?
I've had so much beer, I feel like a rubber pylon. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 12:02:16 PM | Well, good thing that I can play drunken uechre much better than I can terse. ...about 25 years more practice at it. :P
I've dated many a waitress
bartenders, too...I confess
how you hold your liquee is the major test
thumb bruised inner thighs is best
yum | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 1:40:10 PM | Ummmm
Having been a waitressing
Bartender in the past
I seem to remember
A cash TIP was
A liquor's best test
oops...forget to mention...the bigger the better. Size counts. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 4:23:33 PM | I'm sorry that I ran out of money
but, your tip jar looks really full, honey
a nightcap out in the country?
want to watch the sun come up with me?
 especially when forced in :moo | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 5:40:19 PM | Tip jar’s full,
Its closing time
One for the country road
But the sun doesn’t shine
On overload
yup..it's a deer in the headlights | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 12:14:35 PM | Eat more venison....
the Lincoln is just a 3,000 pound meat tenderizer
I'm just going to add a couple stanzas to that song that's gonna take me awhile...
country road...take me home...to the place...(I belong)
with milkweed and monarch butterflies
women who know how to tat fine lace
and never were taught to tell lies
city women change their story at will
and put mascara on while talking a tear
yanno I've really finally had my fill
I wish that it wasn't gonna take me a year
To get the hell away from here
I already burnt all of my records of Boston
in your effigy after 27 beers
and fixed the cross that you had upside down
.........More later. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 2:13:16 PM | Good one, brawny
I put on her old 45s (which covered her sleeping 44s,
Nestling between them her own .44),
And though she was 44, it was 44 minutes
Till I could heat her up to 44 celsius. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 3:05:57 PM | sorry bro... terse around me
I had another stanza pop up
I think that I can close with this one.moo
You knocked it upside down when you were trying to get more leverage
I think that your words were..."fvck me"...not "fvck you"
"in the ass, please...and get me a beverage"
are all of the things you're telling me true? | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 11:39:21 PM | Prolly better scrap that one ^^ and work on it later.
That's what happens sometimes when doing it live. lmao...
In my heart, I'm in the carolinas
walking in the woods, so fancy free
I find the hills, treat me much more kinder
and I'm still beside my mother, the deep blue sea
Show me pictures, of your simple nature
sing to me, the beauty in your eyes
Wildflowers and berries, and other treasures
walking heart in hand, beneath blue skies
In my heart, I'm in the carolinas
let's shed our skins, and jump right in the stream
Baptised on the day, that my soul found hers
every man's allowed, to love his dreams
Tell me stories, of your every memory
heartbeats in rhythm, whether a smile or a cry
Making love flow, so very freely
heart in hand, don't even have to try
That was for two women. Obviously, the Indian Princess...
less obvious, it was my dear mother's birthday yesterday.
You'd have loved her, Sis. She had our heart. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 11:47:19 PM |
Tell me stories, of your every memory
heartbeats in rhythm, whether a smile or a cry
Making love flow, so very freely
heart in hand, don't even have to try
That's beautiful, b.
Thanks. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2007 12:37:02 AM | and I'm still beside my mother, the deep blue sea
Yep, B, that line did it for me.
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