choad wrote:

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Sorry, Fnord, I could tell you...but then I'd have to cut off your foot.

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I'm wondering if these are not washing up, but being left on the beaches. I can't imagine a severed foot floats all that well, especially with all the things that love tasty toes.

Damn everyone beat me to it.

O gentle High Street (long past summery
Where brains are soft-set prune-plum flummery)
Cuntlicker's here, your long-lost chum!
On New Year’s Day – post-bibo, -vomit, -crap and cum.

(I came to rifle through the old-time thread
Of pictures, but {alas} it’s dead
Ground to shit by sodden weight
Of Smudge’s diarrhetic spate
{Unending, awful, and inane
I hope it causes anal pain
I laugh to picture him en-throne
Bleeding out, with no one home}).

And yes.
I almost left.

But then, in ancient format blue & white,
I saw my name – could that be right?
Are the flans and frumenties that here abide
Still wet for Wilber’s moustache ride?

But no – don’t beg – don’t whine – don’t yelp
Do not flavour your favour with curry - it will not help.
In truth, I’m otherwhere, and won’t return,
Except this once in Hell I’ll burn
To tell you this: the year ahead
Will leave one High-Street pudding dead.
But who oh who oh WHO will it be?
Unknown, but attend to prophesy:

Poor Enemaman, square and stolid,
Risks dying of something rather squalid
(A ruptured bowel could be prevented,
If he kept his head where God intended.)

And look – old Choad – is this his time?
Choking on a clammy gorge of New England’s finest chyme?

And there – Sweet Georgie – still seducing her computer,
Hie thee to a sugeon, George, have him quadruple-check your cooter.

Who’s this then? BigCat? I see big cataclysm:
Go skyward only gently or you risk an embolism.

Xranger and JetRx – did you know they share a bed,
And have pozzed each other’s assholes? (Which they also share with Fled.)

Johnny, Dusty, Goober – names that knell a bell,
Walk Injun-style together and fall headfirst down a well,
A totem for eternity, they share one final breath,
Then talk at once and et voila – quite bore themselves to death.

And last, Fnord, Great White Fagguette
Impales himself on old baguette
Then when it’s soft, he pulls it out
And scarfs it mit der sauerkraut.
(The coroner’s report was clear:
“The bread was brown; the victim queer.)

In Concludo:

I may be Nostrodamus, Cassandra or a norn,
Or I may just be some fucking dick who watches too much porn.
Whatever, motherfuckers, I’m a prophet and a picker
And if you want to get your pussies licked bring motherfucking liquor.

HAPPY NEW YEAR & PEACE OUT, YOU ANCIENT OTIOSE NULLOS & CATAMITES!

A most compelling bit of verse, Mr. Licker, and well-timed.  Your keystroke efforts are wll appreciated.

I usually don't budge for a turd-stained smudge
But today I make exception.
His lack of wit and brains of shit
Give me a troll-erection.



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WilberCuntLicker wrote:

In Concludo:
I may be Nostrodamus, Cassandra or a norn,
Or I may just be some fucking dick who watches too much porn.
Whatever, motherfuckers, I’m a prophet and a picker
And if you want to get your pussies licked bring motherfucking liquor.

HAPPY NEW YEAR & PEACE OUT, YOU ANCIENT OTIOSE NULLOS & CATAMITES!

BRAVO!!!!!

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