amylove69 (12-06-15), slavetoyou (12-06-15)
amylove69 (12-06-15), slavetoyou (12-06-15)
Ah freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.
Last edited by SteveB; 12-06-15 at 07:13.
slavetoyou (12-06-15)
slavetoyou (12-06-15)
Well doc .: the sly one was great at writing poetry
You want to see the poems he use to write for Maya X
" WE ARE CONNACHT "
slavetoyou (12-06-15)
slavetoyou (12-06-15), tom sand (12-06-15)
I once knew a couple
whose name was McKhan
they gave birth to a boy
a fine young man
baptism day came
at the church down the lane
and the priest fuckin fainted
when he heard the babies name........
they called him Genghis McKhan.
Westside.
slavetoyou (12-06-15)
slavetoyou (12-06-15), tom sand (12-06-15)
There once was a plumber from Lee
When he was plumbing his girl by the sea
She said, Stop, someones coming
He said, I know,
That someone who's coming is me!
slavetoyou (12-06-15), tom sand (12-06-15)