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Post by bandit on Apr 15, 2013 21:17:36 GMT -5
Prose-ing is too hard, so I've started poetry-ing
The Pee-Pee Dance You leave for the night without a single thought For you needed to pee, but did not get the chance Later you could kill for that bathroom not sought If you had known that you might whiz your pants
The hour strikes ten and you’re feeling slightly fraught You look for the right opportunity that grants A good time to leave, but you simply cannot You shamefully start doing the pee-pee dance
You’re wriggling around, legs tied in a knot Your friends are laughing and shouting cruel chants “Do the pee-pee dance! Let’s see what you’ve got!” Around the room you flounder and prance
You endure disgrace, until the spectators spot A sopping stain-- fleeting dryness it supplants Your mind is scrambling, your face is burning hot All the while you feel the blot’s growing expanse
Indeed, such an incident always leaves one distraught But remember, if it happens, the right advance: Find a tree outdoors, drop your trousers, and squat It’s as simple as that; walk off without a glance
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Post by Lucas on Apr 15, 2013 21:23:03 GMT -5
;D This is the best!
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Post by penne on Apr 16, 2013 11:26:29 GMT -5
Turn it into a song!
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Apr 16, 2013 13:04:06 GMT -5
At least it didn't burn when you peed yourself.
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Post by Charlie on Apr 18, 2013 7:29:56 GMT -5
Wow okay
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Post by Lucas on Apr 20, 2013 5:01:55 GMT -5
Oh my God!
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Post by bandit on Apr 23, 2013 20:39:41 GMT -5
In honor of my cat's birthday today
Fat Kitty There’s a kitty in the sun And it simply will not budge
It probably weighs a ton And it’s the color of fudge
I poked it and I stroked it And then I gave it a nudge
But no matter what I did It just wouldn’t move its pudge
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Apr 24, 2013 0:37:59 GMT -5
I like the poem, and the cat in the poem
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Post by Charlie on Apr 24, 2013 3:17:26 GMT -5
As do I. I like you Bandit. I really like your sig.
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Post by bandit on Apr 24, 2013 8:34:28 GMT -5
I like you too, Charlie. And you too Anka, I guess.
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Post by Charlie on Apr 24, 2013 9:29:44 GMT -5
But seriously... Your sig is amazing.
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Apr 24, 2013 9:31:44 GMT -5
Yes, it's almost as amazing as your avatar.
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Post by Charlie on Apr 24, 2013 9:40:24 GMT -5
Mine. Aw shucks, surely you don't mean that. Pshaww. Stuff like that
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Post by bandit on Apr 26, 2013 22:41:10 GMT -5
Thought I'd step it up a notch.
A Romantic Plea Isabella, Isabella, do you have a fella? when I look at your pics, I could sing acapella you’re sweet like candela, be my Cinderella?
I’ll find you a dress Though your armpits are a mess And your back’s pretty hairy, But it isn’t that scary
When you wrote Gary come home I want it to be known My trousers did ‘dome’ From whence my hands had a rome
You seem like such fun Unlike any one, Now you have my number, send a pic of your smile?
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Post by Charlie on Apr 27, 2013 9:27:13 GMT -5
My trousers did ‘dome’ From whence my hands had a rome *roam ... eww
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