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Post by Pierre on Oct 12, 2010 19:53:47 GMT
I met a nice girl in a pub
And asked her home with me
She told me to go make love roughly myself
She would rather make love roughly a tree.
CHORUS
I have a plastic penis
And two latex balls as well
But what's it got to do with you?
You can go to fucking Hell.
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Chintee
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Hero of Arizona
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Post by Chintee on Oct 16, 2010 7:22:29 GMT
That would make for an adequate Grindcore lyric, perhaps.
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Post by Stanley Brown on Oct 16, 2010 15:35:48 GMT
This is just juvenile filth. Poetry is supposed to enlighten and enrich but people like you just write horsedirt. Grow up and get yourself a life, you lowlife. Thankyou. Stanley.
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Post by lardydar on Oct 22, 2010 13:05:33 GMT
You mean a strap-on? You're clearly going to the wrong pubs Pierre. Ask Edna for some pointers, she'll get you on your way.
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Post by Fraser Allonby Q.C. on Oct 22, 2010 18:54:41 GMT
I can honestly say I wish I had written this myself. Perhaps I'll plagiarize it.
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Post by Count Orlok on Dec 22, 2010 11:05:08 GMT
A bit puerile and no mention of blood.
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