a poem, Ode to Boobies

Submitted by straycat on 2008, March 14 - 12:01am
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a Poem, not exactly Dr. Seuss, but it's from the heart

I like Boobies, by Straycat

I like boobies
I like small boobs
I like medium boobs
I like big boobs
I like GeNormus huge boobs
I like boobs in the morning
I like boobs at night
I like boobs in darkness and in daylight
I like boobs that titalize, tantalize and tease
I like boobs every which way, if you please!
I like boobs in my hands
I like boobs from here at home and from all lands
I like boobs wrapped around my cock
I like boobs that wiggle, jiggle, wobble, and bounce when they walk
But the boobs I love the Breast, not to disparage any of the rest
are the boobs that are on my face
Call me simple, call me plain, call me a pervert, just don't call me Jayne.
I like boobies.
Here is the simple Math: Boobs, plus my face, equals a happy my-face.
I enjoy looking at boobs, licking on boobs, biting and a nibble
I like sucking on boobs, fondling boobs, and with a Sharpie marker on which to scribble
I like boobs from triple A, to triple G
When I haz boobs I go "Fucking WEEEEEEE!"
The moral of this story, besides the fact I lack morals, is thus
I Like Boobs. without them I cuss.
If you have boobs that need attention, bring them to me, in the Boobie-Loving-Dimension.


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Oooookay -- backs away slooowly --

Submitted by John in Wauwatosa on 2008, March 16 - 9:58am.

And the point of this is?

I'm seeing double for some reason.

And I thought I was strange.

John in Wauwatosa

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine)

Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine) Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)

the point

Submitted by straycat on 2008, March 19 - 4:15am.

The point is, after upteen months of nothing I Finally managed to write SOMETHING. granted, it's not shakespear, hell, I bet Juilia Child could write something better.

so the point is there is no point.

"If we die, we want people to accept it. We're in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life."
-Gus Grissom

"If we die, we want people to accept it. We're in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life."
-Gus Grissom