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Member since 2003 · Posted 24 Feb 2003 · 5 comments

Man the way I spent last night was a blast This time round I didn't leave marks to last I liked gazing down at that shaft so vast I wanted to give you pleasure unsurpassed God you got a hard on fast I aim to make a habbit outta cock suckin' I like to feel that pecker buckin' I get too much pleasure outta finger fuckin' People know why I was duckin' So what if they knew, I kept on truckin' I'd like to do it more than twice Every time I want some new advice I know what to do with that ice For my services there is no price Is it too much if I play with your dice?

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[0] razorgrin 25-Feb-03/2:09 PM Reply

Truly thou art the sparkling, pulsing, throbbing example of the shining ass-maggots of bad sex poemes.

[1] bunniesnangels 26-Feb-03/12:55 PM Reply

i never thought razorgrin and i could agree on something, but hey.

[0] razorgrin 26-Feb-03/1:06 PM Reply

Odder things have happened. Like that guy in germany who was pinned to his roof through the chest by a 6-foot icicle out of a clear summer sky. s'true. Odder because it predated air travel. Again, this is a dirty sweatsock jerkoff of a poeme.

[n/a] Lucifer › razorgrin 26-Feb-03/3:48 PM Reply

Will you not give me the satisfaction of being on the worst poems list? That is why I have written such talentless trash. Giv me fucking zeroes and I shall be happy. By the way razorgrin, your apostrophe was on the wrong side of the s

[0] ChunkyHunkyMonkey 28-Feb-03/8:46 AM Reply

Damn. Dats all i can say