Katewild writes limericks and has lots of fun
Limericks are treasures that look like the sun
Limericks burn brightly
limericks step lightly
Limericks are great when they're crazily done
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
Katewild writes limericks and has lots of fun
Limericks are treasures that look like the sun
Limericks burn brightly
limericks step lightly
Limericks are great when they're crazily done
have you ever seen lars and the real girl?
very funny, odd sense of humor.
have you seen rare exports?
I agree that Idiocracy was surprisingly good It has Lectro lights
Anyone ever see cold comfort farm?
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
Oh where are the Velikovsky Heresies when you need them?
Good morning CoCo and Rip V W
i herd jackson splane to morris never lett sanderson pierce losch..
A herd of splane were on the loose
and let out the big gangas goose
the barr was broken on the fence
the hole it made was so immense
that as the gangas ran amuck
it terrified a sydlick buck
which turned and charged a rutherford
until the body had been gored
well as all beasts are so inkleined
upon the rutherford they dined
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
Until that moment when out of the corner of his eye he sees it a smaller second moon just above the horizon. That unsettled feeling wrapped in a crazy absurd thought "toto were not in kansas anymore".
what is your favorite type of chocolate?
(a little off the topic of religion in order to relax my mind).
estephan.
It's chocolate for the morning sun
It's chocolate till the evenings done
Eat it after every meal
Eat it anytime you feel
with chocolate there is no control
Just gobble up the candy bowl
greetings, soup lovers:.
i have a huge kitchen at my disposal (not my own); vegetables, cans of this and that and spices are scattered about, prepared to go into a cauldron of minestrone i started a few days ago.
i'm preparing ahead so as to freeze the leftovers to heat up later at home over my hotplate.. nothing like a 6-burner gas range to simmer over!.
The contest was for she crab soup
confusion plagued the judging group
each bowl was so intensely fine
they couldn't make up their own mind
one added sherry for some zest
two judges felt it was the best
another bowl was full of crab
the judges said that wasn't bad
The crowd was waiting to dig in
wondering who was soon to win
the hours passed the judges ate
it seemed like it was getting late
the winner they could never pick
and all the judges went home sick
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
Rip
Your account of what happened made me LOL
i remember the movie marathon man and the nazi dental torture "is it safe?" Anytime one has to undergo medical procedures it feels like your being tortured by aliens or nazi's.
back to the theme
The tired lonely man adrift in a peculiar dream awakes to find himself surrounded by his loving family. He attributes his inability to recognize their faces to some medicinal side effect and accepts their love and comfort but something during the visit sends a chill up his spine. Another man wakes up alone in an unfamiliar room looking for his family and as he gazes out the window he feels his stomach crashing to the floor.
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
It's good to be back clarity
Let the words take us on a wild journey
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
Lost in a distorted world of swirling hallucinations and empty spaces she remembered the wibblish way but chartreus optic nerve bolts coursing across her field of vision and gray blobs outlined in navy blue blocked the way. a mad scientist had injected her with a drug called jetrea and the vitreous gel was rapidly ripped from the retina in a horrifying four days and nights of hell and yet the empty spaces remained. She did not despair but continued on her trek only to be confronted by a new monster who removed a cataract with difficulty having to stitch her cornea closed. She had weird eyes the pupils too small the lense too large and now another monster stood in her way the dragon who would perform a vitrectomy and torture her would ten days in captivity lying face down. Oh would it ever end and would she find her way back.
Yes she would as a voice called out to her from the earth below .