cheek lift; gut burning
yearning, pain so succulent
massive blast of gas
Thank you.
 | Wow. Is that in honor of lunch today. ;P |
 | actually, I have no idea what I'm going to eat today for lunch.
Thoughts? |
 | Is surreptitious.
Like winter I creep with an
assassin haiku. |
| Hmmm. What's in the fridge? Or are you at work? |
| the fridge at work is empty.
so I am headed out for lunch today. |
 | Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your poetry is teh suXX0r
Shoo-bee-doo-bee-doo |
| your haiku is good
mine is great, better respect
the power of Em
:-P |
| you have no idea
what all you've done to me
no cheers, Ethelred? |
| ignoti wrote on Jul 3, edited on Jul 3 So, this one has five.
And, like, this one has seven.
Oh, it's five again! |
| If I had my way, I'd go italian. But that's my bias. Second choice would be asian. |
| your snark is massive
appreciation is given
time to run away |
| Eye Talian?
Hmmm. Bout the only place around here is Teh Olives Garden. And I don't think I want zoupa and salad.
Ate Asian a few days ago. (Well, Thai, but close enough)
Maybe great wraps. Or Subway.
me=teh lameorz. |
| Regarding your post
In Nizo's blog about art
I have this to say:
Bacon, bacon, ba
con, bacon, bacon, bacon,
bacon, orange juice. |
 | "Home," a gray interstate
calls and
sneaks
ever West. |
| i fucking told you that you're sgt. shaftoe: Robert "Bobby" Shaftoe, a gung-ho, haiku-writing United States Marine Raider.
:)
Two tires fly. Two wail.
A bamboo grove, all chopped down
From it, warring songs |
| aw, I love bacon
because it is so delicious.
bacon bacon woot! |
| hey, don't be actually painting an image in this shit.
;-) |
| Er...You show your face
After the compromising photos
of you and your cats? |
| For Em, who's writing poems, quickly sent
a mass of them, so many newly hurled
across the vastness of the Internet
to land in inbox. How his whiskers twirled!
For as he typed his haikus, all aglow,
he wished for praises, as a just reward
for all the many ways his mind had flowed:
creative juices, prose like sharpened sword.
It entertains, brings me great delight!
It made me laugh, it made me want to sing!
Or so he thought, his potty humor flight
is just an ode to massively farting.
Alas, tis not to be. His poem's not
unlike what Shakespeare wrote while smoking pot.
;-) |
| That's not a sharpened sword he's swinging. |
| To that I have no
Response to dispute, bacon's
sweet deliciousness. |
 | still my all time favorite:
roses are trampled
violets are dead
that bullet proof vest
won't cover your head
-- solemndragon
|
| come on man, I painted a picture!
Shakespeare is just clever words.
:-D |
| that's more like it, damnit!
The only thing that would make it better is if you lit the fire by lighting your flatulence.
That'd RULE.
/wtf is up with the stupid humor today?
//musta woke up too early.
///have a safe fun trip. |
| some people think it's bad form to reply to yourself, but I call those people interdorkasaurases, so ift don't make no matter.
I ended up getting the roast beef club and wasabi-ing it up with teh fresh wasabi and mayo. Oh, and some "blazin' Buffalo and Ranch Doritos, and the requisite Diet Dr Pepper.
I give this meal 3.5 stars out of 6. |
| |
hey, don't be actually painting an image in this shit. 
