Haha, she is hot.....
I mean she'll come back probably.
[Grubb's] Random Thoughts of the Day
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HEY AND HOWDY HI YOU HAPPENIN' HEPCATS. JUMPIN JAM MAN G ZIMMER,
FIRST AND FOREMOST FAT CAT OF MEN'S WEARHUT HERE. I WAS STRUTTIN
DOWN THE STRETCH ON A WINTER'S DAY RECENTLY WHEN MY EYES SPIED
A FLY CITY MAMA WITH HIPS LIKE A LLAMA PASSIN BY. NOT STOPPIN TO
EVEN JUMP BACK TOUCH MYSELF MY TESTICULAR TYRANNOSAUR LOOSED
ITSELF FROM MY FIFTY INCH BELL BOTTOMS AND ROMPED IT'S RESINOUS
RAMPAGE OVER TO THE THE SLY DRY THIGH HIGHS. I KNOCKED HER
HEAVEN'S DOOR RIGHT OFF THE HINGES AS SHE LET LOOSE A LUSTLY
LIMMERIC OF MIGHTY MOANS AS MY BIBLICAL BABY BLASTER LET A
RIVER RUN THROUGH IT. MY SEISMIC SCROTAL SHOTGUN MADE QUICK
WORK OF HER MOMMY BITS AND TURNED ON THE INNOCENT BYSTANDERS
WHO HAD GATHERED TO WITNESS MY COVETOUS CUNT CLEAVER IN
ACTION. IT WAS A CLASSIC CASE OF SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER AS MY
WIGGLY WHITE WACKY WORMS POUNCED ON THE POPULACE WITH
A PITCH AND PERSISTANCE NOT SEEN SINCE CHERNOBYL.
NOT ONLY DID I REINVENT THE ART OF LOVEMAKING IN THE 70'S,
BUT THANKS TO MY SPECTACULAR SEMINAL SEMINAR, I NOW HAVE
GRANDCHILDREN IN 4,669,220 FAMILIES. I GUARANTEE IT.
FIRST AND FOREMOST FAT CAT OF MEN'S WEARHUT HERE. I WAS STRUTTIN
DOWN THE STRETCH ON A WINTER'S DAY RECENTLY WHEN MY EYES SPIED
A FLY CITY MAMA WITH HIPS LIKE A LLAMA PASSIN BY. NOT STOPPIN TO
EVEN JUMP BACK TOUCH MYSELF MY TESTICULAR TYRANNOSAUR LOOSED
ITSELF FROM MY FIFTY INCH BELL BOTTOMS AND ROMPED IT'S RESINOUS
RAMPAGE OVER TO THE THE SLY DRY THIGH HIGHS. I KNOCKED HER
HEAVEN'S DOOR RIGHT OFF THE HINGES AS SHE LET LOOSE A LUSTLY
LIMMERIC OF MIGHTY MOANS AS MY BIBLICAL BABY BLASTER LET A
RIVER RUN THROUGH IT. MY SEISMIC SCROTAL SHOTGUN MADE QUICK
WORK OF HER MOMMY BITS AND TURNED ON THE INNOCENT BYSTANDERS
WHO HAD GATHERED TO WITNESS MY COVETOUS CUNT CLEAVER IN
ACTION. IT WAS A CLASSIC CASE OF SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER AS MY
WIGGLY WHITE WACKY WORMS POUNCED ON THE POPULACE WITH
A PITCH AND PERSISTANCE NOT SEEN SINCE CHERNOBYL.
NOT ONLY DID I REINVENT THE ART OF LOVEMAKING IN THE 70'S,
BUT THANKS TO MY SPECTACULAR SEMINAL SEMINAR, I NOW HAVE
GRANDCHILDREN IN 4,669,220 FAMILIES. I GUARANTEE IT.
So long as we're sharing poetry (which we aren't), I ran across this on a MUD today:
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilting
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head."
And to think, it'll be exactly 8 months until the next Valentine's Day.
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilting
The violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty
And so is your head."
And to think, it'll be exactly 8 months until the next Valentine's Day.
while on poems, here's a funny one. Titled: god created women
Two beautiful legs, so long and so slender,
Round, slim, and firm, and ever so tender
Two lovely hips to increase his desire,
And rounded and firm to bring out the fire.
Two lovely arms, just aching to bless you,
And two loving hands, to soothe and caress you.
Soft, cascading hair hung down over her shoulder,
And two dreamy eyes, just to make him grow bolder.
'Twas made for a man, just to make his heart sing.
Then he added a mouth, and ruined the whole damn thing.
Two beautiful legs, so long and so slender,
Round, slim, and firm, and ever so tender
Two lovely hips to increase his desire,
And rounded and firm to bring out the fire.
Two lovely arms, just aching to bless you,
And two loving hands, to soothe and caress you.
Soft, cascading hair hung down over her shoulder,
And two dreamy eyes, just to make him grow bolder.
'Twas made for a man, just to make his heart sing.
Then he added a mouth, and ruined the whole damn thing.
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my favorite poem; Poe - Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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