But you do care who people fuck! Really, you do! Oh, you may delude yourself into thinking you don’t care, but I can tell it really bothers you, deep down in the cockles of your heart. Or maybe the sub-cockle region.
Don’t bother arguing with me. I have a Gender Studies degree, and we’ve been trained to spot this stuff from miles away.
Dr. Dave’s Gender Studies curriculum: Men and women are different. They start being different when they are boys and girls, and it stays that way. Many girls like girly things without you telling them to like them. Many boys like boy-stuff without you telling them to like them. It’s just the way it is, learn to live with it and get over yourself.
BTW, good haiku, sir. It really does seem like the vocal minority has to be in your face with who they are screwing, I guess because they think it bothers the rest of us. Or perhaps they just feel that the hetero-normative is in their face all the time (rightly or not) and this is push-back from them. Or it could be something else.
Classical liberty is founded on the belief that all men are created equal; that they should be treated equally under the law; and that they should be permitted the widest liberty of action consistent with public tranquility and the safety of the state.
Personally, I
don’t care who you fuck. Why do
you care that I don’t…?
You just don’t want to fuck anyone who’s titss are real, and not so huge (even though they are pointy). ALL REAL MEN WANT TO FUCK ANYTHING WITH HAIR THAT MOVES! (What a neo-American joke THAT is!)
You just want to fuck someone with unmoveable cement bags under their chest skin, instead of breasts, you Tea Bagger! Those aren’t tits – they’re bait…
Fat, drunk, ugly grandma yelling at your ugly dumb ass kids from the porch while your ugly criminal dumb ass is in jail.
Not to mention the skeeve mother of the demon spawn who is working on hepatitis wxy and z at a truck stop with a patch of MRSA on her ass that looks like a map of the northern hemisphere.
skeeve mother of demon spawn
imbecile, fecund, incubating MRSA up her ass
it was for the children
*bleep* the syllable count.
My self esteem depends on changing what constitutes a haiku into what I define a haiku as…
That and selling my cancer stricken grandpa’s oxycontin down at the truck stop to my mom’s tricks
Daddy?
Daddy?
Because sometimes I want to brag?
My comment made more sense before. Not a lot more, granted.
There. Back to making sense.
Heh, gotta like the pw haikus. Good times.
But you do care who people fuck! Really, you do! Oh, you may delude yourself into thinking you don’t care, but I can tell it really bothers you, deep down in the cockles of your heart. Or maybe the sub-cockle region.
Don’t bother arguing with me. I have a Gender Studies degree, and we’ve been trained to spot this stuff from miles away.
Dr. Dave’s Gender Studies curriculum: Men and women are different. They start being different when they are boys and girls, and it stays that way. Many girls like girly things without you telling them to like them. Many boys like boy-stuff without you telling them to like them. It’s just the way it is, learn to live with it and get over yourself.
Class dismissed.
BTW, good haiku, sir. It really does seem like the vocal minority has to be in your face with who they are screwing, I guess because they think it bothers the rest of us. Or perhaps they just feel that the hetero-normative is in their face all the time (rightly or not) and this is push-back from them. Or it could be something else.
Okay, back to me worrying about me.
“Heh, gotta like the pw haikus. Good times.”
Like a hallmark for pdbuttons.
If we care enough
To send him our very best
He will reappear
pdbuttons had a singular take on things. It took a while for him to grow on me.
Not like a fungus, though.
Fuck nishit monster
And the ice done she rode in
On. She is a twat.
Libertarianism:
Pot, porn and prostitution
That’s about it.
Our old happyfeet
is now a nishi griefer
meet the TrollHammer™
Eldrick thanks you. His mother, however, may want to bear your children, were she not post-menopausal.
How’s about I get
to keep the money I earn
and you can keep yours?
It’s not the fucking,
it’s the marriage. Believe me,
ain’t no fucking there.
On the other hand
discriminating concerns
dictate choice, for me…
Why should we worry
If Jeff doesn’t give a shit
How can we stop him?
your little country
socialist and dirty
the sound of water only
Burning down the house
makes it warm and cozy sometimes
other times, not so much
To he** with the Haikus coming back.
I REALLY need to hear what’s going on in the Fallujah bunker
(or in this case Kandahar. . . . ;-} )
“WUAAAAAUGH!”
“What is it, Achmed?”
“The infidels, they killed my favorite goat!”
“Hmmmmm… See if the bullet had his name on it…”
Why do others want you to care?
Because – for some strange reason – they need you to care to reaffirm their decision.
#21 “Look’s like meat’s back on the menu, boys!”
Breaking windows just
so Dad will put his book down.
Something there I’d guess.
culture war joined
happy sez i started it
crush on nishi bad
actually you know what was seminal of something?
When Mr. DeLay was drummed out as he was and there was no small number amongst Team R what thought it was for the best.
I wouldn’t think you’d like someone from Bullcock, Texas what had worked with his hands and approximated simple folk?
I thought he was from Laredo.
I thought he was a nifty… how do you say?
He was fearless of power.
McCain could have taken copious notes.
I did not mind the man as a leader. He had all the right enemies.
And I thought it was Sugarland, or is that just a place he Rep’d?
he rep’d Sugarland for sure you are right
Someday we will learn not to apologize or resign in the face of manufactured outrage.
See: Tom Delay, Why did he leave?
well that and the DA what hounded him like we were in South Africa of Indonesia
*or* Indonesia I mean
ban me says the jenn
pedo-liberal bullshit
roman polanski
looking for a score
hows about some bobby orr
slapshot to the face
hey, D-O-M-A
happyfeet says you are gay
not into poohstab
Unless they are coochies, of course.
they want you to know
and want you to endorse them
or shut the fuck up
their “right” to bugger
and then command you not judge?
liberalism!
did you even read the post a little bit?
You need a billboard?
Isn’t it enough
That I don’t throw rocks?
I want my freedom
It is mine, not yours to take
Leave me be fuck face
Yipee-ai-ay, Yipee-ai-o,
Stabby dicks out the fly
I can’t remember
How many syllables
Make it a haiku.
Tax rape. No dinner.
No movie. And no lubricant.
Death is no release.
I don’t really care
what you do with your life
Now get off my lawn
five five five five five
seven seven seven five
five five five five five
you got HIV
no real need to inform me
Planned Parenthood, Wheeeee
Personally, I
don’t care who you fuck. Why do
you care that I don’t…?
You just don’t want to fuck anyone who’s titss are real, and not so huge (even though they are pointy). ALL REAL MEN WANT TO FUCK ANYTHING WITH HAIR THAT MOVES! (What a neo-American joke THAT is!)
You just want to fuck someone with unmoveable cement bags under their chest skin, instead of breasts, you Tea Bagger! Those aren’t tits – they’re bait…
Fie!
Confirm that my decision (whatever it is) is correct. Do not judge me as I judge you, you hater.
Should be the name of a country-rock opera.
Those aren’t tits – they’re bait…
They’re lies x2!
Bewildered Lost Dog:
Darn it! That is a wonderful phrasing!
“It’s Twue! It’s Twue!”
Reasons to care:
Ugly ass kids
Dumb ass kids
Criminal ass kids
Fat, drunk, ugly grandma yelling at your ugly dumb ass kids from the porch while your ugly criminal dumb ass is in jail.
Not to mention the skeeve mother of the demon spawn who is working on hepatitis wxy and z at a truck stop with a patch of MRSA on her ass that looks like a map of the northern hemisphere.
skeeve mother of demon spawn
imbecile, fecund, incubating MRSA up her ass
it was for the children
*bleep* the syllable count.
My self esteem depends on changing what constitutes a haiku into what I define a haiku as…
That and selling my cancer stricken grandpa’s oxycontin down at the truck stop to my mom’s tricks
Daddy?
Daddy?
We stole your name man.
Skinned it. Wore it for cover.
Shitty now. Want it back?
Sarah Heath Palin
a progressive’s worst nightmare
RINO’s too, it seems
Lefty Facebook friends
Are bitching about high taxes.
Sweet schadenfreude.
As you believe, so shall you do.
Brain in ozone tonight. Lose the “ty” in the last line.
Facebook is full of
Retards. But so is the world
I Guess. Could be me.
#59 – really?
Road to Damascus
Traveled by Left Wing web friends
Ow! Ow! Damn taxes!
I can’t do Haiku
Limericks are more my thing
Haiku doesn’t rhyme
Haiku, it can rhyme
It just doesn’t all the time.
Oh look! a windchime!
Darth I am so glad
to hear of your adoption
Live long and prosper
Silly syllables
Silly silly syllables
I can’t haiku worth —