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Not On Your Nelly (Free verse) by Wobble McFly I saw George Melly
Last night on telly
Rubbing his belly
With warm salty muck
Up the ladder:
5/22
Down the ladder:
Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face.
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Posted: October 13, 2003 9:15 AM PDT; Last modified: October 13, 2003 9:15 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9231596 Overall Rank: 9404 Comments:
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<~> @ 167.206.181.179
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13-Oct-03/12:17 PM
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indeed. what inspired said muck?
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Shuushin @ 147.154.235.52
> <~>
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13-Oct-03/2:02 PM
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I was afraid to ask...
This is charming.
should be shot with a ball of your own shit! Take a 3 & a P
A nice start to. something.
http://www.oxfordstudent.com/2001-02-22/ox2/2
You must be the one in the black jumper and pink lipstick. I do hope the Prosopography of Anglo-Saxon England Project is going well. Cheers. Yep. Cheers. Bye. Yep. Bye. You too. Cheers.
"The modern story, involving the torture of an American journalist (David Smith) by a military doctor (Alex Burghart), and the journalist's rescue by a soldier (Stephen Karam) is merged into myth when the characters take on new identities: the doctor as Hermes, messenger of Zeus, the solider as Prometheus, and the victim as mankind."
The last time I was a "solider"? I was a giant chunk of Gay Dry Ice. Repeatedly refusing to melt I smoked like an angry crack, an grunmbling volcanic gourge making the tourists lick their finger and staple huge flaming peeneye to their foreheads. Unfortunately, a young wisened lad with an industrial condom fork came along and threw my heaving cloudy carcass into the rubbish where as I then wept to death next to a head of buzzing kale. 204 view(s)
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