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| Jan 14th, 2012 12:23 PM | ||
| 10,000 Volt Ghost |
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| Jan 14th, 2012 04:02 AM | ||
| kahljorn |
is it a song about business cards or having a really big penis |
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| Jan 14th, 2012 01:28 AM | ||
| King Hadas | Man you guys are killing me here. You got the joke right? I mean, I can accept you guys hating my little rap song but I can't handle being misunderstood. That shit drives me crazy. | |
| Jan 13th, 2012 09:58 PM | ||
| kahljorn | was that a celine dion song | |
| Jan 12th, 2012 08:45 PM | ||
| Zomboid | HADAS, I USED TO LIKE YOU. | |
| Jan 10th, 2012 02:23 AM | ||
| King Hadas |
I'm feeling just fine Though I'm greener than a pickle Show me to your girly And you'll get yourself a tickle Everything moves, always around me Exchange me for an item And you'll never have to pay a fee Put me or place me in folds of fine leather Flash me for some service And you'll get a prompt 'Yes Sir!' And I believe you may think that this statement may be too rash But damn, I am so cash |
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| Dec 29th, 2011 08:15 AM | ||
| JohnnyLurg | what the hell can i say after being in hell for a couple days the pain the swell it all goes away but the shivering fear the terror the clacking it never rebates it never is lacking the snaps of the bones and the bones in the grinder the fear is in your mind girl the pain of the chaps the rain and the mash oh you're so lucky the rain and the stache. I don't know how it gets so tart out here, but man, I say them boys are good fer dress. Goodspeed, men, and if the angle pleases Her Majesty, then bombs away! Confetti! Burlesque! Spaghetti possessed is Bombay confessed! Horatio Dearest! You mustn't confess! Not under duress, you musn't confess! Easy come and easy go, easy won and sleazy low. Vic'try naught for vic'try night, what is for? For we fight! For our delight! Four hour delight! Four hour night. Four hours of fright! Fizzled fight. Fricking right! Fell in the night. Forest fright! Galloping, slaloming through ages, through wages, from heaven since I'd never left her! Galloping swallows can humble the ages, the sages, the meteor through wibblingly wages the rages of a sinner, the cages of a winner, the flavor of a liver, against the savings of a sinner. A shitter! A quiver. Geschmiver! A lip to a loo, a lip is lost. O'er the brave men for whom we pray, a pox, a slight, a curse, a slay! To the eagles and yankees for weather our wear, a fox in our feather and feather a chair! I bid you adieu, my comrade-in-arms, for feathery frizzles the foxberry farms! How frightful the fire that frillies the flies! Snow bumble the gizzard that wombs to our ties! Stalagmites, I say! Stalactites! Bombay! Meringue, were I willing, that pillar of giving, I'd surely but must as I say, to the lay! But what? A hearing? So whether a gearing? To pleasure a prostitute, 'twere best I was destitute, but frilly the lay that siezes Bombay! Frilly, I say! Frallay! 'Twas best to be given a willingly women for wearing a worm on your shoulder is bolder 'tis colder, I say, to be iced in the Gibbons than wear a gravedigger's grieves on Halloween's eve. But merry the misers and tarry the triflings. To tally is terror, a train leaves but nightly to trial the tremors. Six pence is the end of it, you sullied the snatch, you tore off her panties, you blithered my splatch. But what is the mist of it? I sally to say that here in the gist of it, you pissed of it, you ran. But by heavens wouldn't the nightliest, spriteliest gal give heavens to honey and honey to Hal? How horrid the heavens, the horrible pairs the nightliest girls are the wurliest mares. Too wretched, the thieves of the bordering grieves, desires the fires of florid despair! Too righteous, the night was as watchingmen gaze the borders of grievances past purple knaves! Too rapidly, happenstance, scatterfire, afterlife. Afterlife whom? The what weathers where! The watchmen wait willingly, the watches despair. For what weathers worse for whetherfore wear, the willing Frovostmen, all frivelled in snares, or dare to the air without weary a care? You share in the throne and the throne of the snares, the war of the ages, the war of despair. You frillingly flit with those who glit and Coventries, oh the Coventries, all in vain to the slithering slit of a witless little shit in the slop of a pit on the way to a hermit who weathers the world in a void of his own doing. For where is your wit, and wither your wear. Dally your curses, and dilly your care! The knights have awarded their final commandments, and whetherfore worse for the wear! Romancements enhancers are sniveling snares for kisses the missed in terrible hair. With honor, and glory, and wither to care, may heavenforth holly, and weather to spare! For Britain is Holy, and hard are our armours, and better our folly than knives to our gardeners! With Williams the Second and words to our worms, bill barry the brivels to tumble our turns! For merry the sniper who wanders the wire but falters to fire on familiar eyes! Fumble the furnisher, flight the fire. And still the shivering shatters the hair that whispers my name as the gunfire flares! | |
| Sep 3rd, 2011 03:56 AM | ||
| executioneer |
hey mister spambot your post got all deleted i'm all sad now, wah |
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| Sep 3rd, 2011 03:53 AM | ||
| AngryTinyMan |
I have to wonder How did the spambot get in? It's quite annoying. It's gone already? That was incredibly fast. My thanks to the mods. |
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| Jun 24th, 2011 10:29 PM | ||
| King Hadas |
Narrator: Mr. Lunt sits on the curb of a decrepit street. He carefully loads his handgun and carefully cocks the trigger. Then he carefully contemplates ending the life of another man. A few friends try to talk him out of it, with a silly song! ____________ All: WEEEEEELLLLLLLLL Bob the Tomato: Never steal, and never lie Junior Asparagus: and never ever voluntarily die Larry the Cucumber: Unless of course it's for the big guy *wink Bob the Tomato: But above all else All: Thou Shall NA-aught Kill (pronounced keel) Mr. Lunt: Hmph, does that rule apply to sinners as well? For the man that I seek has killed nearly twelve My mother and brother, my sister and friends my poor gentle heart, it aches with no end. All: WEEEEEEELLLLLLLL Bob the Tomato: Vengeance is good, vengeance is great! But best left to your local magistrate Afterall, he was elected by popular rule So you can trust he's not a fool Mr Lunt: THIS MAN IS THE MAGISTRATE Bob the Tomato: oh... Mr. Lunt: In this town, justice is a joke. The rich are forgiven, the poor? Placed in yoke. If I don't kill him then there is simply no way, That this criminal will pay All: WEEEEEEELLLLLLL Larry the Cucumber: that's awfully bad, that's awfully rough but to kill is a sin so I guess that's tough Bob the Tomato: You'll have to forgive Larry the Cucumber: or forget Junior Asparagus: or just deal All: For thou shall NA-aught kill (pronounced keel) Mr Lunt: N-no? All: NO! thou shall NA-aught kill (pronounced keel) ___________ Narrator: Mr. Lunt, thoroughly chastised, abandons his hate fueled quest and gets a job working at the local Dairy Kiwi. Way to go guys! |
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| Jun 16th, 2011 09:50 PM | ||
| King Hadas |
It's foolish to seek security by being the best, the hammer comes down as the japs will atest. Still I'm always working hard towards that aardvarkian place, to be number one, holder of the golden mace to face, the opposition, that stands in my path, checking my stats, and doing the math. I indulge in gold when I see their eyes bulge, and know, my limits are untold. |
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| Jun 5th, 2011 02:51 AM | ||
| 10,000 Volt Ghost |
ThrashO Please shut the fuck up. ThrashoO Pleasuh listen to meah ThrashoO Please shut your Trap |
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| Jun 4th, 2011 02:41 PM | ||
| Pentegarn |
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| Jun 4th, 2011 08:52 AM | ||
| Dingus Knucklehumper |
Five syllables here Then seven syllables here And then five more here |
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| Apr 20th, 2011 05:27 AM | ||
| King Hadas |
My dick is hard like old bologna stick it in your butt and cry "Wyoming!" |
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| Apr 12th, 2011 01:07 PM | ||
| Fathom Zero |
I can't go on, I fear. I'm stuck inside my hurting place. It feels pretty good. It's warm and nobody ever talks to you. There are no expectations, there are no responsibilities. It's pretty dark here, but that's alright - even though you can't see anyone else, they can't see you either. The dark feels good. There is no beginning to it, but there's no end. There is nothing here worth noting and everything feels dead. It's my not favorite place to be. THE HURTING PLACE The physical structure doesn't matter - I just wanted to emulate what I had in my notebook instead of having a single line of text rolling across the screen. |
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| Apr 7th, 2011 06:56 PM | ||
| King Hadas |
The Stern Utterances of Brave Father Frown A man's penis belongs in stout corduroys Not inside of young boys, even if they be named Roy! And a lady's breasts belong in her blouse Not within the grasps of some female louse Dick in ass? Nearly always wrong Exception? Cannibalized dong Lesbian lovers with whip cream on their bodies. Celestial census says? "This be very naughty" Erogenous nipples, with women they should stay A man should be stoic, absolutely no assplay! |
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| Mar 15th, 2011 12:13 PM | ||
| MailCall |
Haiku 1 I hate mayonnaise It looks like elephant jizz But it's made with eggs |
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| Feb 5th, 2011 09:13 PM | ||
| NatRatBat |
Poop in my toilet, It smells bad saving flushes is hard Haiku? Probably not. Fun? A little. |
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| Feb 3rd, 2011 12:11 PM | ||
| Tadao |
Oh randomness with emoticons How I wish you to be gone From the one forum that hates your guts Stop acting like an attention slut |
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| Feb 3rd, 2011 10:33 AM | ||
| darkkitten |
 elmo killed a man then he raped a kitten 
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| Nov 26th, 2010 02:28 AM | ||
| Grislygus |
YIPEE-YEEEEEEEEEA, THERE'LL BE NO WEDDIN' BELLS FOR TODAAAAAAAAY 'CAUSE I GOT SPURS, THAT JINGLE JANGLE JINGLE AS I GO RIDING MERRILY ALONG AND THEY SAY, NOW AIN'T YOU GLAD YOU'RE SINGLE AND THAT SONG AIN'T SO VERY FAR FROM WRONG |
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| Nov 22nd, 2010 11:32 PM | ||
| Zomboid |
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| Nov 22nd, 2010 12:43 PM | ||
| 10,000 Volt Ghost |
DUCK CHICKEN PENGUIN TURKEY GOOSE DODO ROBIN ROOSTER HEN OSTRICH |
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| Nov 22nd, 2010 12:09 PM | ||
| Esuohlim |
THAT REMINDS ME, DUDE I MISS DOING HAIKU WARS WITH SAM SAM SAM SAM |
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