I sometimes have the same urgings. But, sadly, they most often go unrequited, as I honestly feel I don’t deserve myself. I just settle for being an admirer from afar.
I keep a firm grip on my seckshul impulses. Fortunately I learned long ago to switch hands to avoid developing a left or right tilt, if ya know what I mean and I think you do.
Just think, if I’d hit puberty left-handed, I might be a Democrat today… or at least tenured.
Oddly, I find the following appropriate to this thread:
“Like every other group, elite Beltway journalists are not monolithic. There’s a natural tendency to search for One Simple, All-Clarifying, Unifying Theory that explains everything bad in the world…”
there’s that “oddly motivational” I was afraid might be going by the wayside
Dude…
Step away from the single-malt.
What’s a good name for a pet bird???
Onan (cuz he will spill his seed on the ground).
heh, heh
I’m in the tequila now. Badyess? We dohn knee no steenkin’ badyess.
And people are going to be drinking out of that spring afterwards.
Ya filthy bastard, ya!
tw: deep62 is how deep the spring is.
TEQUILA!!!
I can’t put my finger on it, but for some reason, I’m not entirely sure that the good people at Jose Cuervo are responsible for that advertisement.
Bert Parks.
The Freshman
w/ Matthew Broderick & Marlon Brando.
In the spring?! People drink from that, you pervert!
That’s not haiku; that’s onryu.
I sometimes have the same urgings. But, sadly, they most often go unrequited, as I honestly feel I don’t deserve myself. I just settle for being an admirer from afar.
If ever I should leave me,
How could it be in springtime?
Forcing up through snowbanks
The crocuses flare!
Oh no, not in springtime,
Summer, winter or fall!
I’ll never stop relieving
My balls!
Perfunctory seasonal reference? Hardly.
Ahhh the romance of spring!
On-ry-u can make my world complete.
When you do, you are not so petite.
When I stroke my gland with my right hand
It spurts up magic goo.
You’re my dream come true,
My one and on-ry-u!
Now just watch. That’ll be Kim Jong-il’s musical number in “Team America 2.”
Hmmm.
‘Cause I’m too sexy for my keyboard,
too sexy for my keyboard,
‘cause I’m too sexy.
I’m too sexy for my mousepad,
too sexy for my mousepad,
‘cause I’m too sexy.
I’m too sexy for my cablemodem,
too sexy for my cablemodem,
‘cause I’m too sexy.
…
spamword: growing51. Well **somethin’s** growing.
I keep a firm grip on my seckshul impulses. Fortunately I learned long ago to switch hands to avoid developing a left or right tilt, if ya know what I mean and I think you do.
Just think, if I’d hit puberty left-handed, I might be a Democrat today… or at least tenured.
I AM SO OFFENDED!!1!1!!
Oddly, I find the following appropriate to this thread:
Vile Irony. Oh, the (non)Monolithy!
On the plus side, Onan never has a headache or rag, has no inconvenient needs to fulfill, and doesn’t whine about cuddling after.
On the minus side, Onan is, well, you.
Memo to self: never shake hands with Onan.
In the spring
I guess “in the shower” doesn’t scan.
heh.
What’s your sexual preference – left-handed or right-handed?
I’m still mad about the “perfunctory” crack.
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