Sick twisted and dark. (Page 9) LoisS: Starkle, Starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think, I'm not under what you call The alcofluence of incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep I'm not drunk like thinkle peep I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up LoisS: If you’re lacking a little good cheer, Go and tickle a bull in the rear. For I’m sure that the rumor, That they’ve no sense of humor, Is a product of ignorant fear. LoisS: There was a young girl from Rabat Who had triplets: Nan, Pat, and Tat. It was fun in the breeding, but hell in the feeding, as she found she had no tit for Tat.  Paradiddles: Roses are for vases, like lotion is for skin, you will be my valentine or get the hose again  AMomentInTime: The creature awoke before dawn. Dazed in a rage of dark and malicious malcontent. Arising from its dreary confines cold, confused, worn and weary. Instinct reminding of the prowl.. And the beast viciously crept.. Sauntering like a lion through the mazed lair, a home which had inevitably become a prison. The damp stale air coursing through, aching a wickedly wretched frame. There was something different this time, something new amist its realm of unchallenged indecency.. This time perhaps there would be a void in heavens wrath. Or maybe, just maybe, betrayal would once again rear its ferocious fangs, feeding the devils decrepid lust..
LoisS: Here we are again... Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, no food was a stirring, not even a mouse. Stockings were hung 'round dad's neck like a tie, along with a note that said "presents or die". Children were plotting all night in their beds, while the wife's constant whining was splitting his head. But daddy had money this year in the bank, then they closed up early, now dad's in the tank. ... and all of a sudden Santa appeared, a sneer on his face, booze in his beard. Santa I said as he laughed merrily, you do so much for others do something for me. Bundy he said, you only sell shoes, your son is a sneak-thief, your daughters' a flooze. Ho Ho Santa said, should I mention your wife, her hairs like an a-bomb, her nails like a knife. As he climbs up the chimney, that fat piece of dung, he mooned me two times, he stuck out his tongue. And I heard him exclaim, as he broke wind with glee:.... You're married with children, you'll never be free....  LoisS: Santa came home with a reindeer And Mrs Claus said with a sneer ‘Did you have to bring That horny old thing?’ Rudolph said, ‘Madam, he lives here. LoisS: Santa's red cap is turning blue his nose running with Christmas flu and the Doctor's advice was "it will be nice, wrap the gifts with natural glue." | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |
