Uninstalled the game
Not going to waste the time
On to better things
by thongs for squirrels
Hey, Pompeii Wanker
Your chariot awaits, sir
(Hand Job in a hearse)
by Archie O’logical of Dig this, Daddy-O!!
Here's the down payment
on the sweet smell of a fart
Payment by ShitCoin
by Anal Musk of Trunk of sibling's car
I'll fart in your face
for only fifty dollars.
Your private tooter.
by Toot toot tugboat
I'll divide the dink,
then throw it out the window,
and then it will stink.
by Lorena Bobbit Worm of Bobbing Dinks Since 1993.
The heat of the meat
Divided by the angle
of the dink’s dangle
by Meatmatician of Private Tutoring Session
"If I say it's safe to surf this beach, Captain, then it's safe to surf this beach!"
by I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like... victory. of Ghosts of Baler Bay
The Sunday Dinner
Father spent the whole weekend
“Basting the chicken”
by Norman Rockwell of Vault of Pornography
i hate to return
here to see everywhere else
torn apart ...spoiled brats
by moxie
i like the new set
up on here, irony is
keen to return here
by moxie
i see the censors
are trying to destroy stuff
before self destroy
by vhs
Charlie, you don’t surf
Well, maybe the internet
and the tuna tides
by Tiny Hair of In between teeth
You had to say that.
I'm about to go surfing.
Will it get on me?
by Ewwwwww
The Hager Brothers
jerking off in unison
Twin sea monkey spooj
by Beauregard of Floor
Hand job in the hearse
Embalming fluid. Watch out!
A stiff one to go!
by As seen of At a traffic light
You mean Cock Magic?
Like Randy Marsh on South Park?
So original!!!
by Open your mouth. of Watch the disappearing cock.
Table levitates
Darth's Rise and Shine Breakfast Show
Magician or perv?
by Lady Marmalade of Spreadable
Eggs over easy.
Wheat toast with strawberry jam.
And a strong coffee.
by Maybe two. of Here's a schlong waffle for you.
Jodido gringo
Ju aluays talk abaut sheet.
Que tu problema?
by Juan Cabrales of Huichoctilapanantlamixotl
Two black crows
Sit and talking on the tree
Third world war
by Otteri Selva Kumar of Tomorrow Haiku magazine, Otteri, Chennai
What is end
About with wind
Search again
by Otteri Selva Kumar of Otteri, Chennai
i found my mojo
it was in the bottom drawer
near my underpants
by ash
The man with no dink
shoplifting hard salami
leads a pack of dogs
by Slim Jim of On the run
Which do you prefer:
Hungarian, kielbasa,
Or plain Jimmy Dean?
Andouille, bratwurst,
chorizo, or Italian?
Eat them all right now.
I sense heart attack.
I'm buying life insurance
on you my good friend.
by Please send your personal info of so that I can profit from your cholesterol addiction.
The results are in
Nothing in the world compares
Personal sausage
by Personally Yours of Meat Aisle
My word is sausage
Now you know what you must do.
Good luck and Godspeed
by .
Beneath the surface,
But always in tow, my friend,
I await your word.
by fellownarrator of The abyss
After all this time.
Which of these haiku is worst.
Shall we take a vote?
by Bernie's left mitton. of Bernie does horrible things to me... horrible, I tell you!
My "Majestic Flow"
I'm not sure can be trusted.
You might get pregnant.
by Ron Jeremy of Prison for life.
Speaking of Music,
Jimi Hendrix was Satan.
And thank God for that!
by Over the Rainbow of Along the Watchtower
Led Zeppelin crotch bulge.
It's not about the music.
Sex, drugs, rock & roll.
by A good time was had by all... of Backstage.
Rehearse the worse verse.
Dog hog bog log pollywog.
Handjob in the hearse.
by Giving God handjob in limo hearse. of Blowing Satan after the FUNeral.
That's your vagina?!
Or Arby's roast beef sandwich?
Have some horsey sauce.
by Fine dining. of Hell's Kitchen employee break room.
Sophistication,
All the croissants and red wine
Will not give to you.
by A little death never killed anyone.
It just won't flush down
Your seventeen syllables
and kernels of corn
by Stinxy of Sphinxter
Haiku en Francais:
Alors, qu'est-ce qu ca vous dit...
Vous, les vrais idiots?
by Un Pet Dans l'Eau of Sans Accent, bien sur
Darth, il est le pire.
Vraiment, il me fait vomir
Et je dois le dire.
by La Comptesse de Cul
Vous n'etes que des cons.
Vous etes tellement ennuyeux.
Ca me fait chier.
by Cherchez La Femme
All is vanity . . .
(Easy for King Sol to say
between concubines)
by Le Compte de Chie-en-lit of A La Carte menu
nothing much to say
so why not say it in verse
say too much nothing
by ash of see what i did there ?
savor the saviour
and flavor your behaviour
golden road paver
by Sheriff Taylor shot a man
Fuck me in the ass.
Do my Deliverance style.
I'll be your piggy. SKWWEEEEEEE
by Banjos dueling in the background.
C U N T.
I think that spells cunt.
Deal with it.
by Cunt Face Predator of not very sexual.
If you aint HAIKU
Get the hell off of here NOW.
It's haiku verse, boy.
by Syllabic Orthodoxy of Epoxy
Does this time machine
have a functional latrine?
Cause I gotta go
by 2 Late of Stained Drawers throughout Time
Does this time machine
have a functional latrine?
Cause I gotta go
by 2 Late of Stained Drawers throughout Time
Build a time machine.
I built one -- haven't looked back.
... oh... wait a minute.
by George Orwell's last fart.
i long for the past
as a widower grieves his wife
my heart aches
for long tomorrow
spirit i have loved
love i have lost who left
haunted, the scent of lavender
tear drop equilibrium: pain
by assumed miscreant of full broken heart
Feces manure
ca-ca dung shit poop crap grunt
doo-doo sewage stool.
by that's why I excrement to say.
Eight Six Seven Five,
Followed by Three Zero Nine
Tommy Tutone Rules
by Big Rick of Tennessee
