Necronomicon Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Once upon a morning dreary While I pondered, weak and weary over the many tepid douche bags that post upon this site galour. Suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently crapping, as of someone typing madly to post into the Spray some more. "'Tis Spew Sprayshaw, and nothing more. He is so suck." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AlpineK Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a mouthy canuck of the saintly days of yore; A constant squawking made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, squawked and squawked, nothing more. Quoth the Sprayshaw...I suck Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cracked Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bunglehead Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Are you guys doing Ween or the Boys of the Lough? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 a large crowd amasses at AlpineKurt's bar where people come to watch from near and far twenty or thirty devoted fans gather near and when it begins they all shout and cheer Caveman is a loud-mouth bother and we were freaked to find his mother was really his father much to our dismay his friend's advice he didn't take when he decided to start bulking up with BEEFCAKE! Catturd is a bulimic who can never keep things down when Marylouser is around he seemes to be the most level headed of the bunch except on his quest to be a lesbian, when on carpet he started to munch Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necronomicon Posted October 31, 2003 Author Share Posted October 31, 2003 Wrong meter, fool! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Yes, but he got no fewer than four avatars into his verse. Gotta give him credit (or blame) for that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 "Seldom we find," says catbirdseat in Spray, "Half an idea in the profoundest posting. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a E-Rock's boxers — Trask of all trash! — how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your bawdiest stuff— Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Dru is right enough. The general rude obscenities are arrant Bubbles — ephemeral and so transparent — But this is, now, — you may depend upon it — Stable, opaque, immortal — all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Mr. Hankey is smelly and brown, Mr. Hankey is oh-so-cool. Mr. Hankey don't make me frown, In fact, it makes me drool. Mr. Hankey, he is my buddy. He comforts me at night. He's a poor man's silly putty, But he can sure put up a fight. A toilet-clogging dump, Sure lifts my spirits high. Just seeing each lil lump, Brings a joyful tear to my eye. I like to eat Mr. Hankey in a box, And in a house, at that. I would eat the Mr. Hankey of a fox, But not a coyote's spicy scat. I also like to date my crap, And lavish it with gifts. I stroke it while it's in my lap, 'Til off to sleep it drifts. The moral of my lovely ode, Is simply: Love your waste. Before you flush your steaming load, Be sure to get a taste! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
catbirdseat Posted October 31, 2003 Share Posted October 31, 2003 Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the snowless October, And each separate dying pixel wrought its ghost upon my face. Eagerly I wished for new Spray; — vainly I had tried to pray From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for Miss Normandy — Or the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Anna — Nameless here for evermore. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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