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barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:25,
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heheheeheh
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Griffin Saver Something, something, 2006, something.,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:27,
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If I bend over to 45degrees
they hang down in front like dead bits of jiggling underbelly.
They go pale and translucent as the blood rushes out. the only colour being the pink nipple that tappers off into a bulbus buds surrounded by hairs.
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waxdart hello.,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:30,
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You must be an expert at hiding, naked, in cheery trees.
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MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:31,
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every time you look into a cheery tree, I could be in there.
You'll never see me; but I could be there.
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waxdart hello.,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:34,
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And that, dearest children, is how
your uncle Barry's irrational cherry tree phobia came to be.
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MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:40,
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and you must never ask him about plum trees
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Griffin Saver Something, something, 2006, something.,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:44,
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Do they disappear when you lie down?
Or do they stand firm, pert and proud?
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MrOli is ugly, but in the morning you will be sober,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:28,
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They still have the pertness of yesteryear.
mooching off to the sides.
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waxdart hello.,
Fri 21 May 2010, 13:32,
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