Come On And PLAY!!!

by snowbird 359 Replies latest social entertainment

  • Oubliette
    Oubliette

    Haiku for Zed

    Every day I eat,

    Then, each morning I must shit.

    Finally, I will die.

  • zed is dead
    zed is dead

    Okay,

    Whisk-broom your sorry ass, and go into some fucked up transcendental state, and then wrap your delicate little ass in your baby blanket.

    Then eat my shorts.

    zed

  • zed is dead
    zed is dead

    I guess my 3 words are: Eat My Shorts!

  • zed is dead
    zed is dead

    In case I have to dick with your last verbage:

    I eat, I shit, I die; therefore I am.

    A little bit of a twist on Descartes.

    zed

    Haiku you and the horse you rode in on.

  • rip van winkle
    rip van winkle

    Oubliette and Zed, you are two of my favorite guys.

    ~~

    I don't wish to be a wet blanket

    but I must whisk away.

    It's way past my bed time

    Gonna call it a day.

    Let us transcendental meditate

    And tomorrow we can play!!

    ~~

    Peace, lease, detente,

  • Oubliette
    Oubliette

    Zed, having trouble dealing with anger issues?

    If you don't get the game, don't play.

    If you just want to vent your hostilities, I'm not interested in being your whipping post nor do I care to engage you.

    Oubliette

  • cultBgone
    cultBgone

    Let us lease some space here to pursue peace, time for detente between Zed and Oub.

  • Oubliette
    Oubliette

    cultBGone, survey the thread. I didn't start the hostilities, nor have I fanned the flames. I just called it what it is.

  • Oubliette
    Oubliette

    The politicians drove to the secret peacemeeting in a leasedvehicle. They were hoping to break the crisis in the middle-East and reach some sort of detente. Sadly, they never made it as a saboteur had successfully placed a remote control bomb in the undercarriage of their car.

    All three ambassadors were blown to pieces, ending their short lease on life. The rebel instigators were emboldened by the success of their acts. In the past, they had only committed attacks at night, but this was a new way of thumbing their noses at the power-mongers of the free world. It was a completely new kind of day-taunt.

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    crime, rhyme, sublime

  • nancy drew
    nancy drew

    It is sublime when words do rhyme

    for some it's prose that's not a crime

    criteria cafeteria manchuria

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