replying on inverse square by ex0teric
13 May 2004, 6:04 AM
1) If my secretary had knockers I would not be on this website at all. I would be finding excuses to rub up against her by the photocopier. As my secretary is twice my age and has smaller boobs than me I therefore conclude that to spy would require a "microscope" rather than a "telescope". As I did not get a diploma in origami from Ken Hom's School of Paper Art, I can't make a microscope from the weighty tome that is the instruction manual on how to behave on this site. So to conclude my first assertation: you are a snot gobbling quendo of failure.
2) Postscripts should be designated as such with the inclusion of a P.S. You did not do this and you therefore fail again.
3) In point of fact you are actually exceedingly gay and therefore a gaymeter is not necessary to asess your gayness. I fail but win 2v1.
2) Postscripts should be designated as such with the inclusion of a P.S. You did not do this and you therefore fail again.
3) In point of fact you are actually exceedingly gay and therefore a gaymeter is not necessary to asess your gayness. I fail but win 2v1.
on FINGER PIE by titan69
13 May 2004, 5:42 AM
The title of this poem implies one of two things - firstly a pie full of fingers - that would be grotesque, or secondly some form of instruction where you would have to literally finger a pie.
The poem however appears to be about putting a child to bed. This poem is confused and poorly written and you may not have noticed but their is a large irrelevant line in the middle.
This all leads me to believe that you are a stultified quim.
The poem however appears to be about putting a child to bed. This poem is confused and poorly written and you may not have noticed but their is a large irrelevant line in the middle.
This all leads me to believe that you are a stultified quim.
on Prophets by unknown^user
13 May 2004, 5:34 AM
Are you some kind of automaton churning out small satchels of snot garnished guff?
on Swan on Willow Lake by Caducus
13 May 2004, 5:30 AM
Hilarious, truly; this had me wiping snot of my laptop.
replying on inverse square by ex0teric
13 May 2004, 5:28 AM
REPLYING TO OWN COMMENTS
GAYNESS LEVEL 10 - ABORT! ABORT!
GAYNESS LEVEL 10 - ABORT! ABORT!
replying on Bleeding in the American South by wilco
13 May 2004, 5:27 AM
Give it a saucer of bread and milk on cold winter evenings.
on Heartbroken by PimpinBitch15
12 May 2004, 2:53 AM
You are a snot gobbler.
In no way does this endless mass of cuntbutter deserve anything above an 8. This poem is a narcissistic mess and the imagery is some of the weakest I have ever read.
In no way does this endless mass of cuntbutter deserve anything above an 8. This poem is a narcissistic mess and the imagery is some of the weakest I have ever read.
on heart & soul by crwncka1
12 May 2004, 2:47 AM
A festering phlegm-wod.
on Obituary for the Moon by wilco
10 May 2004, 1:20 AM
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE
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-10_
on Mom by nothingtoanyone
10 May 2004, 1:16 AM
An endearingly heartfelt guff.
on immaculate perception by w~* ATHENA *~w
7 May 2004, 8:45 AM
Powerful spacing.
on Watch Out by Nicholas Monson
7 May 2004, 8:44 AM
Watch out for Johnny the Greek,
He'll bugger up the olymipics,
Have a bearded wife,
But not care as he prefers sodomy.
He'll bugger up the olymipics,
Have a bearded wife,
But not care as he prefers sodomy.
on The Beginning of the End by justjay
7 May 2004, 8:42 AM
A peerless, saturated jock strap of meaningless rhetoric.
replying on California triolets by zodiac
7 May 2004, 7:38 AM
I asked first quim face.
This poem is as entertaining as shopping with pants full of follow through, in a large out of town shopping centre, knowing that you have to get the bus home and someone has taken an overdose in the toilet affording you no possibility of discarding your soiled under garments.
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-10_
replying on California triolets by zodiac
7 May 2004, 6:08 AM
Were you being ironical?
on Beard my Homemade Negro Jesus (Improved! With AIDS!) by Everyone
6 May 2004, 1:43 AM
Splendid, I especially like the inclusion of my omni-back.
You fucking tool.