Friday Haiku
She dates a BirdMan;
She looks like she could handle
A cockatoo, Son.
The Reverend Chad Kroeger said…
Handsome Kevin got
A little off track. Took A
Year off of college…
Charles Douchewin said…
I want to make her
bark like a dog, in doggie.
And thank me for it.
Magnum Douche P.I. said…
That Fergie sure can
pull insecure, attention
seeking douchebags, son !
Group needs multiple
hands to count total I.Q..
Over-estimators.
Vin Douchal said…
Sad bassist awoke
In puddle of his own stink
In this club, a star
Dickie Fingers said…
The band is taking
STD bucket challenge
old record will fall.
hermit said…
His mom tells her friends,
“He’s just very artistic.”
Yet, she weeps at night.
DoucheyWallnuts said…
Broad with the red hair
Is known for her Schmeckle Work
Schmeckle Work, I says
Jacques Doucheteau said…
I hope Bland Danzig
here pisses off the front man
in the North Side Kings.
hermit said…
Using the word “son”
To fill in a syllable
Is just lazy…………son.
Handsome Kevin got
A little off track. Took A
Year off of college………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
She don’t wear shades since
The gyroscope was put in
Her Monkey Hole. Yo!
I puts the spinner
In the basket, or it gets
The hose. .The Ginger Hose.
Good night ladies
“Cockatoo”, he says.
And he never went ba…yaaaaack.
Now he smokes much too.
This is the biggest
train wreck in weeks. There could be
a Fraiku for each.
Disoriented.
I feel like Herman Munster,
at a rave party.
I want to make her
bark like a dog, in doggie.
And thank me for it.
Joan Rivers saw this
group of losers and took her
last breath. What, too soon ?
Mommy didn’t hug
him enough. Society
will pay the steep price
That Fergie sure can
pull insecure, attention
seeking douchebags, son !
Poyzun reunion
tour gets off to bad start as
“band” can’t find the stage.
“And stay out!” warns Fred
as dishwashers local 5
tries membership drive.
Group needs multiple
hands to count their collective.
Overestimators.
^ fuccked up
.
Group needs multiple
hands to count total I.Q..
Overestimators.
Dimtri shows them
way to glory hole so they
can work off bar tab.
Sad bassist awoke
In puddle of his own stink
In this club, a star
Ad for Supercuts
Make me a moronic tool
Extra dollar tip
Hey Master Doomslob
It’s your P.O. over there
Jazzed to see you ,too
Yes, all those fingers
Have explored her nasty place
And ‘Hawk’s balloon knot
Atrocious eyesore
Disfigured minatory
Discharge STDs
I old country we
apply eye make-up like this
short fingers are best.
The band is taking
STD bucket challenge
old record will fall.
His mom tells her friends,
“He’s just very artistic.”
Yet, she weeps at night.
Two birds in his hands
Ain’t worth two in her bush, Son
Unless she’s passed out.
Using the word “son”
To fill in a syllable
Is just lazy…………son.
Heat Miser Mohawk
New Punk band from Canada
Thirty years too late
Hey you fucking cunt!
Real men don’t wear eye make-up, Son
Societal loss
Broad with the red hair
Is known for her Schmeckle Work
Schmeckle Work, I says
Sometimes it’s bad luck
Just seeing something like this
Try to look away
Guy in back, browsing?
Thinks he’s In a library
Library in Hell
Did Lenny the Box
Slip me some bad weed? Am I
Really seeing this?
Question comes to mind
That I must have answer to
Which one would you punch?
Habbib in green shirt
Says, “One more buck for cab ride”
“And ten for car wash”
They even gross out
Stinky Armenian dude
In crusty green shirt
They are signing for
Two pink, one stink, gouge my eyes
Thumb in every ass
I hope Bland Danzig
here pisses off the front man
in the North Side Kings.
“Hmn,” I mused. The room
was small and had a double-decker
bed in it, and cooking apparatus:
icebox, cabinet, toasters, stove;
the hosts seemed to live with room
enough only for cooking and sleeping.
My remark on this score was under-
stood but not appreciated. I was
offered refreshments, which I accepted.
I ate a sandwich of pure meat; an
enormous sandwich of human flesh,
I noticed, while I was chewing on it,
it also included a dirty asshole.
.
More company came, including a
fluffy female who looked like
a princess. She glared at me and
said immediately: “I don’t like you,”
turned her head away, and refused
to be introduced. I said, “What!”
in outrage. “Why you shit-faced fool!”
This got everybody’s attention.
“Why you narcissistic bitch! How
can you decide when you don’t even
know me,” I continued in a violent
and messianic voice, inspired at
last, dominating the whole room.
^ I had a similar experience, only with liverwurst and banjos.
There is one thing lazier than ending a haiku with Son……. Beige suite.
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/compost/wp/2014/08/29/following-suit-on-president-obamas-tan-monstrosity/
I got a pool full of 13 year old bikini bridges. Should I take photos.
Yes Rev.
Five hand Shocker from
The band that keeps giving us
Nothing to hope for.
Lés Miserables
Font la musique trés mauvaise
Mon chat avait peur
DarkSock ice bucket pr0n
My ice bucket pr0n
May I be the first to call Hillary a cunt.
.
I can only hope for the sake of Civilization that my dead dog Bunny brings Reagan back as instructed.
^ Rev, I wish her godspeed.
But in case she doesn’t cross over, there’s an app for that:
http://www.macworld.com/product/342266/ireagan-.html
Come on over fellow mockers, you”ll enjoy this.
http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com/blog/2014/09/grease-of-eden/