Slaggamuffin. -10-

You're a useless pile of stinking old-lady shit. -10-

You're such a cunt. -10-

A dog could not be less enthralled. -10-

And here's to you, Mrs Robinson. Jesus loves you more than you could know. Whoa-oh-oh!!1 -10-

Two big blendered gay men attack me because my poem moved them in an especial way. Horse pucky.

Billy Bunturd. -10-

Seeing as many of you don't know what jodphurs are, allow me to explain. Typically ron by the landed gentry of the British Empire, these garments are tight so as to support the leg whilst riding. They are also textured like courdorauys so as to give friction and furthur maintain the support and therefore balance of the horserider. Some more extravagant types have rounded sections at the side of the thigh that stick out. No-one knows why this is, as it doesn't help with the riding seat at all, it is one of those mysteries, like Loch Ness Monster and poor people. Anyway, I must be off to my riding. I'm fully prepared to be tossed off by a frisky young Arab!!!

You just get more and more depraved "Reaching deep inside myself" "star...ing...naked.......wanting to have some fun Kneeling down"

This is the most impressive thing you have ever done.

You are an unbelivable shitard.

Do you fuck as well as you write? If so Stephen Hawking is looking for a new bitch.

Not only is this poem unutterable tosh the conversation between SupremeDreamer and Rockmage is the worst in this sites history

You ache to guide a man's throbbing member up your arse and then snap it off at the hilt. 10.1

Stephen J. Robins went a bobbin'...

Sing of your own assmane.

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There once was a clown named Tom Cheese, Whom ached to work the trapeze, But he couldn't wear tights, And was scared of heights, No suprise as his family were gypsy deportees!

You made me cry into a jar.

wherefore art thou guilded age of long ago?