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# Every night
While she lies in her hospital bed, I sneak in under the cover of darkness into her room while she sleeps, lift the bedsheets and the front of her nightie and gently tease apart her dry, scaly mimsy lips with the tip of my nose, to get to the bovrilesque aroma of her dead womb therein.
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:24, archived)
# cannot unread :(
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:25, archived)
# Sounds good to me :D
You must join our kingdom of Ribald
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:26, archived)
# *sits down and starts singing about gold*
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:28, archived)
# i say we offer him the title
Lord Dixon of Lower Scrote
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:29, archived)
# stop it
you're getting me all hot and bothered
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:28, archived)
# I'm trying to image a scenario
in which this would be read out to you in a court of law, something like, "Mr. Bawls, did you or did you not, on June 25th 2009, publicly state the following..."
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:32, archived)
# *office chortle*
:D
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:33, archived)
# Indulge me for a moment, Mr. Bawls...
please face the jury and clarify the meaning of the word "mimsy" in this context.
(, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 17:37, archived)