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You know...wish we was all here all at once blabbin about shit together,at the same time...we could rant on about stuff in face about things..like, whether aliens fuck or is God a woman...seems like stiff fun,no?Heyyyyyyyyyy...I'm not getting my fuckin fries till 4........fuck meeeeeeeee Shloe...ever eat alien cunts?Jr has had alien thermometer...she said that in her doo wop myspace list bulliten for Vegas.....hehehehehehe.....I raise you one cock.....is that full house? Do I get the purse?Hope it has sequins...

hmmmmm......to much time on my hands I guess...hope I get pudding after I eat my meat Well Maddie.....do I get pud?

Give him his pudding if he eats his meat - why am I getting involved in this?

.....you don't get any pudding unless you eat your meat. Now chow down..don't slobber and drool about it... eat your meat or I'll call Pinky Floyd and have em' send that flyin pig to shite on your head.

I think the song "The Wall" is about glory holes.....

Do not make gravy lakes in your mashed potato!
Know what?

I'm a year older than I was right - I'm 44 now right but do I feel any different right - nope. It's a smashing sort of night here - you know - deep blue skies right and stars you know

hmmm makes me feel like requesting some tender Rotter poetry. How about it bard of the board?

Bust out da rhymes?

Or just make a joke about busts?

Ok I'm offski...

Devotion

When we die,we'll die together
Your head in my hands
Laughing at the heavens
We've seen the hard times too often
I've been the fire,you my water
Gather your broken wings and fly
Take me to the other side
The place where nothing else matters
We've cried,our head in hands
The medicine was always laughter

The riches you've given me
The devotion and two children
The smiles you've given me
Through the hard times and golden
The battles with ignorance
Our spirit never broken
We'll die together,when we die
My head in your hands
Laughing at the heavens
You've been the fire,I your water.

Gather my broken wings and fly
I'll take you to the other side
The place where nothing else matters
No tears,our heads held high
The laughter from the garden
Cloudless skies and starfilled nights
The sun never hurts your eyes
The moon always filled with light
Weeping are the tides
Songs of love and devotion.

this goes great with a bag of cheetos...aaaaaaaaahahahaha....*warning*don't stick cheetos orange finga in fresh pie..aaaaahahhaaaaaaa

Chester Cheetos are Cheesy Wotsits.

Nice poem Rottski - wasn't it Shackers?

Thank you.

Chriswas

Whats "Shackers"?