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Dear flatulance (dear lord) (Free verse) by Bobjim My colon ablaze
Rectum desperatly clenching
Must let one rip
Let one quietly go
Relief-but sadly too late
I've crapped myself
Dispose of my shorts
But where can they go?
Ah!-clothes for the homeless
Up the ladder:
THE PRICE OF LIVING FOREVER
Down the ladder:
Betrayed
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 2.5
Posted: April 7, 2003 3:47 PM PDT; Last modified: April 25, 2003 1:56 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.3276463 Overall Rank: 13105 Comments:
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asimpleman @ 202.141.239.129
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7-Apr-03/4:28 PM
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Bob all these losers over here should give Bob a standing ovation.......i mean eveytime i think this is his worst stuff......Bob surprises us.....well done Bob
I would have given this a ten but...oh, no I wouldn't.
might I ask why you feel the need to harass this site?
omg. freaking hilarious. XD
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