on Mucusly by Hallmark
17 May 2005, 12:55 AM
Your a dicksplat
on Get well soon by Hallmark
17 May 2005, 12:54 AM
Your clearly a gaylord
on Waffleman by Stephen Robins
3 May 2005, 2:29 PM
WTF?
replying on Middle-Aged White Woman by Dovina
22 Apr 2005, 6:41 AM
Here's a more accurate quiz: http://tinyurl.com/9gxrc
on Utensils of creation by Damien
14 Apr 2005, 6:45 AM
My utensils of creation comprise:
A laminated guff buttock injected with tramp pellets
A doily-flavoured groin-operated dwarf foetus disguised as a beardtronic ultrabum harvester
An unspeakably disappointing spoon coated in vicar discharge
A pneumatic fatally abnormal hobo sausage injected with vicar concentrate
-10-
A laminated guff buttock injected with tramp pellets
A doily-flavoured groin-operated dwarf foetus disguised as a beardtronic ultrabum harvester
An unspeakably disappointing spoon coated in vicar discharge
A pneumatic fatally abnormal hobo sausage injected with vicar concentrate
-10-
on The Sidekick and The Distant Damsel by luzrheroguy
30 Mar 2005, 2:15 AM
[Enter the Borgias' FOOL.]
LUCREZIA: Well, Fool, what's thy latest?
FOOL: Aristotle's or Zeno's, Lady--'tis neither latest nor last. For, marry, if the cobbler stuck to his last, then were his latest his last in rebus ambulantibus. Argal, I stick at nothing but cobble-stones, which, by the same token, are stuck to the road by men's fingers.
LUCREZIA: How many crows may nest in a grocer's jerkin?
FOOL: A full dozen at cock-crow, and something less under the dog-star, by reason of the dew, which lies heavy on men taken by the scurvy.
LUCREZIA: Methinks the Fool is a fool.
FOOL: And therefore, by auricular deduction, am I own twin to the Lady Lucrezia!
[Sings.]
When pears hang green on the garden wall
With a nid, and a nod, and a niddy-niddy-o
Then prank you, lads and lasses all,
With a yea and a nay and a niddy-o.
But when the thrush flies out o' the frost
With a nid, [etc.]
'Tis time for loons to count the cost,
With a yea [etc.]
LUCREZIA: Well, Fool, what's thy latest?
FOOL: Aristotle's or Zeno's, Lady--'tis neither latest nor last. For, marry, if the cobbler stuck to his last, then were his latest his last in rebus ambulantibus. Argal, I stick at nothing but cobble-stones, which, by the same token, are stuck to the road by men's fingers.
LUCREZIA: How many crows may nest in a grocer's jerkin?
FOOL: A full dozen at cock-crow, and something less under the dog-star, by reason of the dew, which lies heavy on men taken by the scurvy.
LUCREZIA: Methinks the Fool is a fool.
FOOL: And therefore, by auricular deduction, am I own twin to the Lady Lucrezia!
[Sings.]
When pears hang green on the garden wall
With a nid, and a nod, and a niddy-niddy-o
Then prank you, lads and lasses all,
With a yea and a nay and a niddy-o.
But when the thrush flies out o' the frost
With a nid, [etc.]
'Tis time for loons to count the cost,
With a yea [etc.]
on The Better Beggar by PodPoet
30 Mar 2005, 2:07 AM
I am a bastard too; I love bastards: I am a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One bear will not bite another, and wherefore should one bastard? Take heed, the quarrel's most ominous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, he tempts judgment: farewell, bastard.
on Maybe Someday by Luzr
30 Mar 2005, 2:04 AM
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus expiring do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!
And thus expiring do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!
on When I Had You by kalikopeli
30 Mar 2005, 1:58 AM
EDGAR: Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill. Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
FOOL: This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
FOOL: This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.
on "America The Beautiful" by jroday
18 Mar 2005, 2:28 AM
Fuck off please.
Thank you.
Thank you.
on Deja-Vu by Rainbow_chaser
9 Mar 2005, 9:49 AM
Chubby_chaser
on Ducks With AIDs (a feeble attempt of something different) by Blindpoetry
3 Feb 2005, 9:14 AM
A joke from this week's POPBITCH(http://www.popbitch.com):
A man walks into a brothel and says "I've only
got a fiver - is there anything you can do for me?"
The Madam says "yes", and gives him a duck.
The man hands over the cash, and disappears
upstairs with the duck.
A couple of weeks later he comes back. "I've
got a tenner this time." he says, "What'll that
get me?" The madam hands the man another duck.
"Hold on!" says the man, "How come this duck is
a tenner when the other one was only a fiver?
"They're both bloody ducks."
"Ah yes, that's right", says the Madam,
"But this one doesn't have AIDS."
A man walks into a brothel and says "I've only
got a fiver - is there anything you can do for me?"
The Madam says "yes", and gives him a duck.
The man hands over the cash, and disappears
upstairs with the duck.
A couple of weeks later he comes back. "I've
got a tenner this time." he says, "What'll that
get me?" The madam hands the man another duck.
"Hold on!" says the man, "How come this duck is
a tenner when the other one was only a fiver?
"They're both bloody ducks."
"Ah yes, that's right", says the Madam,
"But this one doesn't have AIDS."
on Three In a Room by Sam
21 Jan 2005, 10:04 AM
Don't be gay
Join the Army
Join the Army
on Death by Liquid by PsydewaysTears
21 Dec 2004, 8:21 AM
â¢Â°â¢Flangeâ¢Â°â¢
replying on Interstellar Hell by PsydewaysTears
21 Dec 2004, 8:21 AM
â¢Â°â¢Cuntâ¢Â°â¢
on Where's Jeremi B. Handrinos? by wFraser Allonby Q.C.w
10 Dec 2004, 5:17 AM
Pillow Talk
Young studs with plenty of anal action!
PILLOW TALK ... A sensational journey into the bedroom and beyond its boundaries. There hasn't been so much action in the bedroom since the beginning of man. These boys are performing up to snuff and the talk is so sensual that you'll be cuming in your pants.
From: Horizon Video
Year: 1999
Length: 90 Minutes
Director: Joel Cox
Starring: Peter Arayo, Damian Gaelic, Christian Johnson, David Michaelson, Jeff Sons, Ralph Steadman, Joe Treadman, Mike Wort
Themes: Anal Sex, Big Dicks, Bodybuilders, College Age, Deep Throat, Large Cocks, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rimming ( Eating )
Format: VHS
Young studs with plenty of anal action!
PILLOW TALK ... A sensational journey into the bedroom and beyond its boundaries. There hasn't been so much action in the bedroom since the beginning of man. These boys are performing up to snuff and the talk is so sensual that you'll be cuming in your pants.
From: Horizon Video
Year: 1999
Length: 90 Minutes
Director: Joel Cox
Starring: Peter Arayo, Damian Gaelic, Christian Johnson, David Michaelson, Jeff Sons, Ralph Steadman, Joe Treadman, Mike Wort
Themes: Anal Sex, Big Dicks, Bodybuilders, College Age, Deep Throat, Large Cocks, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rimming ( Eating )
Format: VHS
on A Christmas Thought by keatsImnot
7 Dec 2004, 7:37 AM
I think horus8 might be dead
replying on People by hendrimike
7 Dec 2004, 7:33 AM
Cunt