"She had a nice rack..."
You mean those barbecued ribs
Taken from Adam?
by Cherubim of The Flaming Sword
Ah aint no ways tahrd.
Basket of deeplorabulz
Got hot sauce right HERE
by That Lady Who Coughs and Falls Over a Lot
That Italian girl
From one hundred years ago
had a nice rack.
A Sophia face
with a rear like a goddess
sad- lack of knowledge
Prevented epic
rodgering- well deserved
But she no complain.
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
Master of stench breath.
Daily light speed booger flick.
Drunken hobo style.
by Behind a dumpster near you!
Poet Lofan lives!
Raising spirits of brothers
and weary fighters.
by Tell Us Tales of Tits
Even- old bastard
can do some type of practice
get yer blood moving
kill your big TV
Get off off the bu hao couch
go to the wood park!
100 ax hand
then drill, crush,pound and cross work.
And maybe Ba gua.
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
Practice- for decades
not for fighting other ren
works to defend from
Boredom and sloth
becoming phat American
jade stalk weakness.
Practice yer kung fu
For physical alchemy-
so damn hao for you!
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
a funk drying flux
is the same to a numb clit
and both re-gendered.
by It's Ma'am!!! of Triggered and N-worded.
That Australian song
From Monty Python: "Right, Bruce"
That one cracks me up.
by Nothing Nietzsche Couldn't Teach Ya Bout the Raising of the Wrist . . .
Sounds like down-under:
Fosters drinkers in the bush
Waltzing Matilda
by Swag-man of Billabong
A Kardashian
is different to a Trump,
but both are "enhanced".
by Dr Biber of Your local friendly plastic surgeon.
a drunk flying fox
is different to a numbat
but both endangered
by ash
you can't spot a quoll
like a papunya artist
spots a paperbark
by ash
in any bushfire
stone the flamin' wallabies
a mercy killing
by ash
when out of his tree
what can a koala bear ?
more eucalyptus
by ash
ornithorhynchus
that fur really fits the bill
moist fashionista
by ash
cute marsupial
i'd like to jump in your pouch
so let's go outback
by ash
show you my blue tongue
a lounge lizard cyanosed
from drinking flat out
by ash
The number of balls
is testicularity.
Mine is seventeen.
by But they aren't all mine of Loraina Bobbit Worm
Do you think I can
get high on spider venom
like the snake guy does.
by worth a try of anything for a buzz
I have kangaroo
Named Joey Buttafuoco
He wants to date you
by Space Chowboy
Robert De Niro
If I had a kangaroo
That's what I'd name him
by You talking to me? of Mirror
Let's see what's in there
Vegemite, didgeridoo
Kangaroo pocket
by Noticer of Details of Starkitten Lair
Ty-rant-o-sore-ass
Roaring Under Multiple
Personalities.
by Anonymous Poet
Beer beer beer beer beer.
Beer beer beer beer beer beer beer.
Beer beer beer beer beer.
by Samuel Adams. of Hop on this!
Move to Australia.
Kangaroos and gold mining.
Big fucking spiders.
by Sharks and deadly jellies. of What more you need?
If you don't like it,
you're free to get the fuck out.
This isn't China.
by Your balls are too small. of Soon it will all burn down!
What's this 69?
I'm not a contortionist
What's your sleep number?
by Whip Van Wrinkle of Disoriented
That's how they found him
In the fecal position
Sleeping like a log
by Sick of this shit of Had it up to here
We ARE Number One.
Whorrendous is Number Two.
(By that I mean Darth.)
by Asstrology of Numerology
The United States
of Goddamn America,
you mother fuckers!
by We're #1! We're #1!
I jerked off watching
the Riemann hypothesis
YouTube videos.
Gives new meaning to
imaginary lovers.
I want to touch them.
by My real part's also only one-half. of I will now critically strip naked.
Approximately
as long as a stretched out cat
I measured it twice
by human calculator of Starkitten Lair
fucking halloween
it's coming into spring here
false marketing spree
by ash
Okay, this is true.
I like to sleep in the nude.
No flannel for me.
Thanks for the thought, though.
But when I wake up and work
vid chats are awkward.
by Pan down, pan down, pan down. Stop. of My bedroom in hell.
Ð
by parimatch777 of The Bahamas
We'll have flannel sheets
You can eat crackers in bed
Let's mess up your room
by Gatita Estrella of Imported Cheese Section
You know, I think Darth
writes his best haiku poems
in his pyjamas
by Gatita Estrella of Bed
I've often wondered
why does Gordon Ramsay take
off his shirt so much.
by Buttered nipples.
I would like to eat
camembert and caviar
on low salt Triscuits.
by Beluga, of course -- Gordon Ramsay's got a boner!
I'm going to poop.
Not really, but let's pretend.
So I can write this.
You know you love it.
Oh wait, It's coming out now.
You see what God did?!
How rude can he be?!
He made crap my britches!
All for this haiku.
by Clean up, aisle five!
After playing God,
God always punishes me.
He can't take a joke!
What a fucking jerk.
He make the platypusses.
Why can't I have fun?!
by Always two there are -- no more, no less.
My room is dirty.
Ants are drawn to spilled coffee.
Sometimes they bite me.
Then I torture them.
That's why I spill my coffee.
So I can play God.
by Seriously! I'm not joking!
Brie or camembert?
Emmental if it's sunday.
Holier than thou.
by and by. Oy vay! Kosher ham sandwich. of Lox for breakfast, already yet!
She was a porn star.
Savannah. I'd roar on that.
Died at twenty-four.
by Darth Whorrendous of Wrap it up good, boys and girls!
High polliwog cheese.
Thigh fuzz ad hiring boar runt.
Whore deaths smiles white grout.
by I swear it's the truth!
King of savannas
I roar. I stretch. And I rise.
Where's my Meow Mix?
by Feline Delusions of Grandeur
King of savannas
I roar. I stretch. And I riseâ
by Feline Delusions of Grandeur
Of all the big cats
Lions are the laziest
Get to work lions!
by Starkitten of Bed
My apologies
I was admiring your cunt
Your breath smells like trout
by Polite Poet of Polite Poet Section
