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There Was A Young Lady Named Bright

'Gear

RIP 1970~2018
There was a young lady named Bright,
Who could travel much faster than light.
She set off one day
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.
 
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A young gentleman (McSweeney)
He spilled some gin on his weenie
So, to appear couth
He added vermouth
and slipped his girl a martini.
 
For our brothers across the sea:


There once was a government Scot,
Who tried to buy Queen Mum a yacht.
It seemed Mister Gove,
By his largesse he strove,
to prove to the Scots he's a twat.
 
What have I done?
 
A young gentleman named McFlair
was cuddling his girl on the stair
the bannister broke
so he gained a full stroke
and finished her off in the air!
 
There once was a man from Nantucket...
 
..had a dick so long he could suck it!
 
He said with a grin....
 
As he wiped off his chin...
 
"If my ear was a pussy, I'd fuck it!"
 
I feel bad about this thread.
 
Consumer started it, he shouldn't have scolded. It only encourages guys like us.
 
There was a young lady from Niger,
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They returned from the ride
with the lady inside
And the smile on the face of the bushman who dragged her off the cat and into the weeds where he raped her and left her for dead and knew he'd get away with it in a strongly patriarchal African subcontinent, especially with a level of lawlessness not seen since the pre-unification days of tribal warlords.



I may have gotten that not quite right. It's been a while...
 
Yes, let's blame SB. I still feel bad though.
 
and the tiger ran around and around the tree, faster and faster, until he turned to butter. And Little Black Sambo gathered up the butter and brought it home. His mother had made pancakes, and Little Black Sambo ate a hundred pancakes.
 
Ah, memories. . .
 
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