Bush Drops Baby On Live TV. Fractures Skull.

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:44 pm

Ooooh don't you wish that was true. How fucking hillarious would that be? No one could support him on it and the baby would grow up being praised like a.

They'd shout his name in the corridoor, fall at his feet and worship his floppy misalligned head.

'All Hail Squishy Skull! Saviour of America.'

Then they all had ice cream and played ping pong.

The End.

By Harriott Larson Aged 5.

Post by **Duhard** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:47 pm

Post by **Canidae** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:49 pm

It's puff, puff, PASS not puff, puff, post on internet, puff, puff

Post by **[xeno]Julios** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:50 pm

i like this thread

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:51 pm

[xeno]Julios wrote:i like this thread

It likes you too.

Infact....it can smell your cunt.

Post by **Canidae** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:52 pm

Its the panties in his pocket...he just got back from a mission. (or is it emission?)

Post by **Grudge** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:57 pm

Televators.

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 8:59 pm

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go

Post by **Grudge** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 9:03 pm

Exactly.

Post by **Giraffe }{unter** » Wed Nov 23, 2005 9:54 pm

Duhard wrote:

Oldie but goodie