I can see that my poetry has a deeply visceral affect. It's like I'm a freakin' genius or something.
Yeah, it had some kind of affect alright.
In the throes of a couple of Bass
Kicky reached back without any class
He dug and he dug
And with nary a shrug
Pulled out a hand that smelled like his ass
My first limerick
That is almost as good as mine and Dag's, sublime.
Yes, this thread will do that to you. In fact, I feel another one coming on...oh, nope, just a little gas.
I think it was two parts thread, four parts beer, two parts scotch.
I would say six, but I'm a poet, not a mathemetician.
And I thought you were a Tarantino fan.
Damn, still not getting it. I must be losing it. What movie is that from?
****, it's been so long since I saw that one. I still don't remember the line...I blame pot.
Well, I am very glad to see that this thread has become one of the popular kids on the board.
but that's not why i'm here. i'm here with a mission. i am supposed to tell kicky that littlek is on the cape, and the electricity went out. soooo... she didn't ditch you, kicky, they're out of power... she called me to post that. so here goes...
SERIOUSLY! she called me all frantic to get online and tell you!
well, not frantic. just concerned. ya know.
Well, sort of frantic. I called good old Blaise Daily too, but he wasn't there.
