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It was... (Other) by Shardik It was more than I could take.
It was a potato carved into a penis.
It was long and heavy, and from Idaho.
It was not worth baking, or chipping.
It was a bearer of a thousand unborn eyes.
It was, god it was... All mine.
It was a divining rod from Nim.
It was more than my precious.
It was kind to all manner of humans
It was my unyammy lover in the covers.
It was my aging potato dildo.
It was a friend.
It was... *sigh* eaten.
It was how I always knew it would end.
Up the ladder:
falling in with the wrong crowd.
Down the ladder:
Gothic
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Posted: November 6, 2003 1:39 PM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2003 1:39 PM PSTWeighted score: 7.048034 Overall Rank: 32 Comments:
Retread.
Something is wrong with both you and your friend. French Fries anyone?
unyammy. great word.
Well, at least it even brought joy in the end. An acquaintance of mine put a cucumber dildo in a salad served to several. They never knew, that wasn't dressing, though it was Zesty Italian.
lol
This is probably the best thing you've written all year. Mainly because it's such a blatant ripoff of "I've got the eaten my crustacean soulmate blues". L.Ol>
There once was a thing called spud,
that went by the name of âStudâ. Akin to a wanker and always a yanker but your dreams were never a dud. McCrumpets, anyone?
i wonder where u got "it was . . ." from?
*cough**there was...**cough*
Wow,I thought you could'nt be worse-proved me wrong again!
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One of these days I'd love to meet him.. and have him recount his affair with the potato- oh, and you have friends that are far odder than my own, congratulations.