Tantrums
Pooster says: "When we were younger my little brother had a tantrum which ended when he threw a fork and it stuck in my other brother's cheek for a bit." Tell us your tales of screaming kids, and adults acting like children.
( , Thu 19 Jul 2012, 12:48)
Pooster says: "When we were younger my little brother had a tantrum which ended when he threw a fork and it stuck in my other brother's cheek for a bit." Tell us your tales of screaming kids, and adults acting like children.
( , Thu 19 Jul 2012, 12:48)
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There once was a humorless prick,
Who was too thick to know he was thick.
His stories were dreary
And his whinges were teary
He'll think this is about him, the prick.
( , Tue 24 Jul 2012, 18:47, 9 replies)
Who was too thick to know he was thick.
His stories were dreary
And his whinges were teary
He'll think this is about him, the prick.
( , Tue 24 Jul 2012, 18:47, 9 replies)
There once was an actor called Beatty
Whose penis was famously meaty
He put it up the vadge
Of a singer called Madge
And it came out a little bit peaty.
( , Tue 24 Jul 2012, 18:59, closed)
Whose penis was famously meaty
He put it up the vadge
Of a singer called Madge
And it came out a little bit peaty.
( , Tue 24 Jul 2012, 18:59, closed)
(sigh)
"too thick to know he was thick."
Dr. Whilst you can be an utter turd at times, but on this one I find myself in agreement with you.
There are some people posting here who are so breathtakingly dim that they can't even tell when they've been soundly trounced in a battle of wits.
I shall wearily raise a glass of fine port and wish that the world were otherwise.
( , Wed 25 Jul 2012, 13:14, closed)
"too thick to know he was thick."
Dr. Whilst you can be an utter turd at times, but on this one I find myself in agreement with you.
There are some people posting here who are so breathtakingly dim that they can't even tell when they've been soundly trounced in a battle of wits.
I shall wearily raise a glass of fine port and wish that the world were otherwise.
( , Wed 25 Jul 2012, 13:14, closed)
With limericks
I find that when the last word of the first line is the same as the last word of the last line, it fills me with a deep sense of melancholy. It's a wasted opportunity; an anticlimax.
It's the poetry equivalent of not being able to come.
( , Wed 25 Jul 2012, 13:29, closed)
I find that when the last word of the first line is the same as the last word of the last line, it fills me with a deep sense of melancholy. It's a wasted opportunity; an anticlimax.
It's the poetry equivalent of not being able to come.
( , Wed 25 Jul 2012, 13:29, closed)
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