Thanks, Gucci. Let me provide you with a Kleenex or a slightly used snot rag. Your word verification is 'fukhed'? Is that like pronounced fukked or fuck head?
Well, now I have something to ponder all day long. Hooray! :)
anyways... Take care. I'll catch up to your latest posts soon. My life has been rather hellish, lately.
Kelly, you are a cheeky chappy; you've labelled this post, among other things, as poetry. In the UK we have a Trades Descriptions Act, you would be illegal. You know, don't you old boy, that nothing about that woman is real including everything you can see? Cheers dear boy, onward and upwards!
There was a young lady from Cuffley* Who liked to be treated roughly. She said twiddle my teat Until I start to squeak And David, then you can stuff me.
joanne- Yep. This is the place for the pork rinds, beer, minor hallucinations, social disharmony and more wisdom than a barrel full of chalk.
Don't know what that means, but, eh, well...
And yeah, you're welcome on commenting. I've always seen your name and comments on Gary's site but never visited your neck of the woods until today. Glad I did.
MarytrMom- Ha ha. It's true. All nip freaks of America and the rest of the world should unite! Hooray for boobies! You'll have free beer at your blog, won't you?
Thanks for following and commenting. :) Take care.
The Wolf- Aww shucks... Glad ya liked it. I worked hours, even days on this masterpiece. It not only made me cry while creating it, I beat off, as well.
I'll be over to help ya dispose of the dead hookers. I've got the hydrochloric acid if you have the bathtub.
Brought a little tear to my eye. So very beautiful.
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Speaking of beautiful, my word verification is fukhed.
Thanks, Gucci. Let me provide you with a Kleenex or a slightly used snot rag. Your word verification is 'fukhed'? Is that like pronounced fukked or fuck head?
ReplyDeleteWell, now I have something to ponder all day long. Hooray! :)
anyways... Take care. I'll catch up to your latest posts soon. My life has been rather hellish, lately.
Ah, a 'posh' pair of tits
ReplyDeleteLet me put on my mitts
What the name that she calls
Why it's David
Also known as 'golden balls'
Sorry Kelly, that was my feeble attempt back. Please look after yourself.
Gary :-)
Gary... You're a poet and didn't know it. Seriously, your equally beautiful and awe-inspiring poem was grand, as well. 'golden balls'... nice touch.
ReplyDeleteThree and a half erect stink logs up for your effort! Thanks, Gary. And yeah, I'll try to mend my shattered mind one way or another.
Though daddy has made me annoyingly batty
I shall refrain from going completely maddy
Gosh, that was sweet
ReplyDeleteLike a candy appled nipple
Between my two front teeth
I see you are a writer of delightful poetry, as well. Bravo.
Kelly, you are a cheeky chappy; you've labelled this post, among other things, as poetry. In the UK we have a Trades Descriptions Act, you would be illegal.
ReplyDeleteYou know, don't you old boy, that nothing about that woman is real including everything you can see?
Cheers dear boy, onward and upwards!
I damn well knew that title was smoke and mirrors but I fell for it anyways. Silly me!
ReplyDeleteDonda- Ha ha! I got you! How misleading I must be!
ReplyDeleteMakes me happy I don't have nipples.
ReplyDeleteStatic- You don't have nipples? Oh lordy, what we have here is sumz kinds of cyborg or somethin'. Oh hell no!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry none. I'm sending you a bunch of nipples for Xmas this year.
Ho dee Ho ho.
There was a young lady from Cuffley*
ReplyDeleteWho liked to be treated roughly.
She said twiddle my teat
Until I start to squeak
And David, then you can stuff me.
*Victoria is from Cuffley, Hertfordshire, UK.
bazza- Ha ha ha. Very nice. And very clever, bazza. Did you just make that lil' ditty up on the top of your head? If so, you're quick.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know Victoria Beckham was from Cuffley in the UK. For the record, I'd like to twiddle her teat and then some.
Squeak! Squeak!
so, this is where y'all hang out after the bars close and the pork rinds and beer are digesting?
ReplyDeletethe only rule for a poem to be called a poem is if it causes a reaction... so, you be a poet, even if others don't know it.
(thank you for your kind comment today... and thank you for the laughs)...
joanne- Yep. This is the place for the pork rinds, beer, minor hallucinations, social disharmony and more wisdom than a barrel full of chalk.
ReplyDeleteDon't know what that means, but, eh, well...
And yeah, you're welcome on commenting. I've always seen your name and comments on Gary's site but never visited your neck of the woods until today. Glad I did.
nip freaks of American and beyond
ReplyDeletecome to visit my blog MartyrMom!
Nipple Lovers and Ta-Ta Admirers join forces
Kelly I have to admit that poem made my cry, it's truly a work of beauty.
ReplyDeleteWait were talking about getting rid of dead hookers after an all night drinking binge right ?
MarytrMom- Ha ha. It's true. All nip freaks of America and the rest of the world should unite! Hooray for boobies! You'll have free beer at your blog, won't you?
ReplyDeleteThanks for following and commenting. :) Take care.
The Wolf- Aww shucks... Glad ya liked it. I worked hours, even days on this masterpiece. It not only made me cry while creating it, I beat off, as well.
ReplyDeleteI'll be over to help ya dispose of the dead hookers. I've got the hydrochloric acid if you have the bathtub.