Thursday, May 9, 2013

Your Thursday Poem

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The night starry,

She enters the club to pulsing techno,

It cannot be unseen.

Purple diarrhea,

flows like molten douchelava,

A willow harks,

A sparrow chirps,

Into the night…

into the night…

Purple diarrhea head saunters into the strobes.

# posted by douchebag1
11:35 am May, 9 DarkSock said...

Oh, Booty’s full with spacious thighs,
Ms. Amber chugs pure-grain,
For this purple-mounted Travesty,
She takes anal pain!
.
Oh, Erica! Oh, Erica!
He shed pube lice on thee,
And crowned thy good with tiny wood
From knee to calloused knee!

11:54 am May, 9 Vin Douchal said...

Congratulations, Darksock, you’ve killed a thread with one post. There is no follow up

12:04 pm May, 9 DoucheyWallnuts said...

Don’t tell me the denim shirt is making a comeback.

12:37 pm May, 9 creature said...

she lurks in dark, strobe lit hall

pick-axe clutched in her dainty paw

she spots her mark, offensive dweeb

with mighty arc his scull is cleaved

a purple ooze seeps from his head

he joins the ranks of club undead!

12:38 pm May, 9 creature said...

…dorothy parkers

1:56 pm May, 9 Douchble Helix said...

I think I’m gonna send a note to each of my nephews, telling them how proud I am of them.

.

For being nothing like this Dairy Queen-turd head.

10:28 pm May, 9 Scroteophobic said...

Worst toupee ever.

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