Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Friday Haiku
Yogurt Yodelling!
Todd’s macking inspires these chick’s
Technicolor Yawns!
No more tequila
Since the gyroscope was put
In her Monkey Hole.
— The Reverend Chad Kroeger
Which vision is worse?
Vomit comet or Todd’s tongue?
Revulsion follows!
— Ed Hardy Har Har
Trixie is confused
Told Todd that she is a squirter
Squirted on his hat
— dickie fingers
In ‘N Out burger
Ordered with no grilled onions
Now we all must pay
— Vin Douchal
brocoli spasm
causes cindy to erupt
showing her contempt
— creature
Whilst slack-jawed Douchebag
Macks on sultry Bleeth, Trixie
Become bulemic
–DoucheyWallnuts
One glance at Rev Chad’s
Blistering torso causes
Projectile spew.
No more tequila
Since the gyroscope was put
In her Monkey Hole.
All we are is waves.
My frequency getting low
Mrs. will post my death.
If I am to go
To the solace of Sweet Death
Remember thusly.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZm1_jtY1SQ
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Jade and Tom’s threesome
test is now a recycled
cream pie ejection
Tequila and axe
can cause projectile spewing
Todd will work thru it.
I realize I’m breaking format on Thursday’s Friday Haiku – but I just heard DB1’s first podcast!
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Lemme quote him:
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“We were somewhere around 2005 on the edge of the internet when the douchebags began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe DarkSock should post…” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the blog was full of what looked like huge Bleeths, all swooping and screeching and diving around my alpaca, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And Hermit was screaming: ‘Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn avatars?’”
Which vision is worse?
Vomit comet or Todd’s tongue?
Revulsion follows!
Who wants to see the
next photo of spew-covered
Todd? I do! I do!
“Todd’s cum tastes like shit
Next time I’ll give him rim job
It might taste better”
New York Yanks alt cap
Turned sideways makes me vomit
Now kiss ME, you Douche
Just out of the frame
The Rev busts his nut; Trixie
Waits for yummy treat
Trixie is confused
Told Todd that she is a squirter
Squirted on his hat
Trixie so horny
wants to make it a three way
Don’t die yet Rev. Chad.
Trixie and Yusef
sitting in a tree, puking
that is how they do.
I’m concerned about the Revs. frequency.
Derek Jeter’s gift
At his last game in Cleveland
Her bagged up vomit
Complete photo shows
Not only puke but pee, poo
Gushing Bleeth spigots
In ‘N Out burger
Ordered with no grilled onions
Now we all must pay
brocoli spasm
causes cindy to erupt
showing her contempt
‘don’t doi it hanna!’
thinks cindi as she yacks bile
hoping to break mood
Whilst slack-jawed Douchebag
Macks on sultry Bleeth, Trixie
Become bulemic
At the worst moment
The Clam Chowder Body Shots
Repeat on Trixie
Anti-viral medis
Take toll on liver. Licence
Out of range..Almost.
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I wandered home through
Silent streets and fell into
A fit ful sleep. Son.
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Astral nights. Galac
Tic days. The universe in
All it’s foul grey haze.
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Temples of Syrinx.
Valtrex in my veins. The sleep
Is still in my eyes.
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I don’t think I can carry
On. Carry on this cold
And empty lifeson.
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My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over..
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The back shingles have
Assumed control. The shingles
Have assumed control.
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Fuck you Father Time you fucking cunt!
Sons.
Growing Olde’s a bitch.
But the alternative, Rev?
Gyroscopes. In. Hell.