Converting Sellars

Discussion in 'Bulletin Board ARCHIVE' started by Tyketical M'stroke, Oct 10, 2005.

  1. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Having not read this

    Sheff is here,
    For the ride,
    Lottery win?
    No, suicide.
     
  2. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    With his sofa,
    He is smitten,
    But poor Jay,
    Hates fish mitten.

    Rewind.
    To the max.
     
  3. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Tribute To jay
    That's this sonnet
    But we all know
    He dunt like beetle's bonnet.
     
  4. Tyk

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    RE: Yay, yay

    Trendy liberal opinions</p>

    Jay's got 'em</p>

    But his nemesis</p>

    Is a furry front bottom.</p>
     
  5. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Jay in work ?
    What a sham
    He's just avoiding
    bearded clam.
     
  6. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Drink to Jay,
    He's got pre-nup,
    But he won't swig,
    From the furry cup.
     
  7. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Jay looks like,
    Millie Tant,
    See's cod canyon,
    Shats his pants.
     
  8. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    2 things about Jay
    Of which we're certain
    One's his daft hair
    One's avoiding the beef curtain
     
  9. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Jay avoids the gammon gates
    See's Becks in buff and masturbates
     
  10. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    With a look of Neighbour's Madge
    There goes Jay, avoiding vag.
     
  11. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    Bint is frothing,
    Fiddling ont bog,
    Jay is shaking,
    Like a shitting dog.
     
  12. Gue

    Guest Guest

    RE: Yay, yay

    His face is resembling
    a too ripe Pumpkin
    bet your life
    there'll be no blumpkin
     
  13. Gue

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    RE: Yay, yay

    She lubes her hands,
    Offers Jay a w4nk,
    He turns & runs,
    Like an Italian tank.
     

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