In days of old
When men were bold
And sheep were told
Not to leave the fold
Lest they be taken
And badly shaken
By a man now makin'
Eyes at his bacon
So if you see sheep flocked
With tails all docked
You know you're in the old cunttttreeee.
Say, wouldn't a Hawaiian wahine in the water be doe nekkid, rather than buck nekkid?
I dunno, send one over here, an' i'll let ya know . . .
What have you got against Wahines, Wabbit. Are you some kinda racist?
Thread title check please!
They ain't nothin' in there which says nothin' about no wahines surfin' . . .
I believe that violates all three strictures.
Wabbit has a dirty mind.
Etymology doesn't violate the thread.
This is about bugs ? ! ? ! ?
Setanta is surfing nudes?
Well, sure as hell no one would want to see me surfin' in the nude . . .
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots. (accepting demerits) The feminists have a legitimate grievance. But so does everyone else.
I'll have some love, with a side of fries and some honey-mustard. Keep the sorrow and woe for the next customer.
I'll have the poet's fevered eye special, if you please, hold the angst . . .
Whew . . . i'm relieved . . . i am fond of Arachne's progeny, but i abhor the order insecta . . .
Technically, Set, arachnids are not insects. (Maybe that's why you like 'em.)
I know, M.A., i said i like arachnids--i detest insects . . .
Aaaargh! Classist! When once we have chitinous exoskeletons, spiracles and many legs, what do a body segment, wings and an extra pair of legs count for!
