Posted on 02/20/2009 6:00:04 PM PST by llevrok
I wonder it it was in solidarity with the newly castrated America?
It’s a shame such a good thread is destined for the moderators’ razor.
Hah! You guys are goin’ off!
A sure call for a little Monty Python:
“This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot”.
You get some sort of all time funniest pun in all of Freeperdom! Snort*Snort*Snort*
Wow? He’s really going to have short cummings now?????
The guy was a prisoner. Living in the penis tough. Doing hard time takes balls. The guy just couldn’t hack it anymore.
Well, actually I guess he could hack it.
Cuz he did, you know?
“The penis mightier than the sword.”
Ding, ding, ding we have a winner!
And little else...
These lyrics are borderline. Note - I don’t listen to this album when the kids are around! (Some great, albet weird tunes though):
LAMENT, by Jim Morrison (The Doors), Album: An American Prayer
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child’s prayer in the night.
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock.
Caress it’s lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words power trance
This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
To create the boat
Which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
Than now
And real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom - luxury - romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock’s spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence.
LOL, that's about the wittiest post i've ever seen, but in this case, the sword is mightier than the pen (is).
Cheers!
And that’s what’s wrong with today’s penile system.
He was hoping medicaid wouldg\ give him a longer, leaner one.
Oh, my! Ping.
No doubt!
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