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actually, the ball is firmly in his mouth. i have him in my harness, even as we speak. there will be no M-harness. there will be no stain remover, come to un-stain your besotted visage. there will be no goal attained, no uprights breeched, no victory dance, at all. there will be no more ANYTHING until he finishes his peas.
Then it is as I had feared... I myself have suffered under the terrible constraints imposed by that dreaded wank harness. It was not until I had had the decision reversed in a Court of Law that the hideous system of buckles and cleats were decoupled, and I was finally set free from its bizarre tyranny. Once again I could spend my afternoons strolling naked among fields of rice, the cool wind billowing frantically about my groin, no longer hampered by that dreadful apron... and yet... I feel an emptiness inside. A terrible yearning deep within my groin. Would that I could once again feel the splendour of cold steel and tattered rope about my calloused loins. Some sort of harness, perchance? No, not the wank harness; I want something more than that... something more mature... something... LIKE A MATURITY HARNESS!!!11
hmm. as sarcastic as you may be here (my meter's batteries are, at this point, dead, after being severely strained), I kinda like the idea.
Hmm.
it would be a stain of shame.
But such a beautiful one...
I can assure you, nentwined, with a look of solemn dignity on my face that only a situation of this gravity could provoke, that there is not the faintest hint of sarcasm in my voice. The Maturity Harness can, and will, become a reality. Even if I have to manually change my pseudonym to "M-=Dark_Angel=-M" manually by myself.
But coming from Dark Angel, Come on nentwined, Even if such a contraption came to be, although a capable writer, The only wings he should wearing are those of a W. I'll admit it might not be such a bad idea but I should think that one would have more sense than to give him anything standing for Maturity.
The Maturity Harnesse doesn't stand for Maturity. It stands for 'Maturity'. 'Maturity' stands for maturity.
Now thats got to be the dumbest statement I've ever heard anyone else ever make.
Probably because you don't understand the difference between mention and use.
Right, did you have something to say or were you merely pretending to have an intelligent thought there?
You're a dunce to the max.
omigod, he even EXPLAINS it to you, and you still don't get it. You are so incredibly fucking STOOOPID.
fucking smartass college boys don't you come to town no more we whip you on beer run we not leg b4 wicket you know i done shot you up good i tell you what. goddamned knowitall university folk you don't walk down main street we'll beat ya'll again when you buy ale we're not hokey morons you acknowledge I done pissed into your well try to irrigate now i tell you how.
ok
omigod, are you serious? How can you miss the wit of that?
SETTLE'S COMING BACK AND BOY IS HE PISSED WHOO DOGGY
a kindof positive reinforcement - never a bad idea.
but coming to such a ruling, who is deserving, would be ... interesting
Maturity is its own harness.
lol
I love this idea. Its akin to different uniforms for opposing sides in a war. Over-all? An amusing idea, which would be much more entertaining if put to use.
I support this to the max. LETS DO IT!!! (plus anyway, i need to know who should be on my "people to irritate" list, and the brown M shall suit my purposes quite well.)
Imagine the delights that would ensue after I blunder all over a hapless teenager's poeme sporting The Maturity Harness. When the piffling dunce inevitably flies into a rage, blindly accusing me of being rude or immature or a HATER or whatever, I can calmly point to shining buckles and bizarre protrusions of The Maturity Harness and say, "Forget it, kid. It's Chinatown."
Indeed, the main reason why your idea is a work of genius. Hoodlums like myself can take delight in such possibilities.
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We denote the Maturity Harness by prefixing and suffixing the bearer's pseudonym (if that is their real pseudonym) with the letter "M". It shall be brown. Only those users who have demonstrated a sustained committment to maturity in all aspects of their conduct on poemeranker shall be deemed worthy of such an accolade. In time, I have no doubt that it will be every poete's dream to finally be given the right to clumsily engage the Maturity Harness (nude, obviously) and then stroll around the place randomly straddling inanimate objects, and lewdly rubbing themselves against things.
At the moment, such a goal is merely a faint glimmer of sick on the stained horizon of my face. The ball is firmly in your court, nentwined. I am but a lowly peasantling, foul smelling and woefully ignorant when it comes to Important Matters Of The Towne. Only you can make this dream a reality, nentwined.
Only you can.