A frolic in Cambodia

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Someone tell Scott to take shallow breaths.

Does this somehow make the death by forced sodomy more pleasant?

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
On Thurgreed's recommendation, I had one of these with lunch:



Tasty, but not too sweet.

Fo' shizze?

[Alex_de_Large]

Originally posted by spookyfish
Does this somehow make the death by forced sodomy more pleasant?

Of course not. Was it Jesse Jackson who called the US government a "gay dungeonmaster"?

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Of course not. Was it Jesse Jackson who called the US government a "gay dungeonmaster"?

No, no, that was me, and I was talking to Slave. Sheesh, check your facts people.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Of course not. Was it Jesse Jackson who called the US government a "gay dungeonmaster"?

I don't know, but I don't really see the resemblance.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Of course not. Was it Jesse Jackson who called the US government a "gay dungeonmaster"?

Does that explain why the guy on the left was on Bush's short list for AG.



TM

[SlaveNoMore]

Flinty_McFlint
No, no, that was me, and I was talking to Slave. Sheesh, check your facts people.

Are you still here?

I told you wake up the Gimp.

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
Are you still here?

I told you wake up the Gimp.

Yes sir.



D'oh!

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by Flinty_McFlint
Yes sir.



D'oh!

[Greedy,Greedy,Greedy]

I just thought I'd share a favorite poem, one that always reminds me of the FB. Points to the first one who names the author or the poem. It is not my own creative work, like TMs, but I hope it will make you smile before you head for the door.



And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!

PAINT me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilled Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

Display me Aeolus above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne’s hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.

Morning stirs the feet and hands
(Nausicaa and Polypheme).
Gesture of orang-outang
Rises from the sheets in steam.

This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

Jackknifes upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.

Sweeney addressed full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.

(The lengthened shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun.)

Tests the razor on his leg
Waiting until the shriek subsides.
The epileptic on the bed
Curves backward, clutching at her sides.

The ladies of the corridor
Find themselves involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste

Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs. Turner intimates
It does the house no sort of good.

But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.

[NotFromHere]

Dear Fringe,
I don't know why, but there are pictures of cows on the PB.
So here's one in a thong.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Dear Fringe,
I don't know why, but there are pictures of cows on the PB.
So here's one in a thong.

If you put your hand over the front half of the cow and imagine some cellulite and a lot of extra hair, that looks like me bent over at the waist!

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
If you put your hand over the front half of the cow and imagine some cellulite and a lot of extra hair, that looks like me bent over at the waist!

Will Wonk ever look at hamburgers the same again?

TM

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
The Urban Cowboy Soundtrack was the first album I ever owned. I think it was mandatory for everyone in Houston in 1980 to memorize it. Devil Went Down to Georgia, Darlin', Lyin' Eyes, Fallin' in Love for the Night, Lookin' for Love. All songs that I knew by heart by the time I was 8 years old, and I still like them now. I did notice a couple of years ago that Johnny Lee, of Lookin' For Love fame, was the featured performer at the Kuntry Kitchen in Conroe. I was shocked he was still alive. They were charging a six dollar cover, which I thought was pretty steep.

It was also mandatory to own a Gilley's bumpersticker or tee-shirt. Ours was right next to the "If you don't have an oil well, get one" bumpersticker. The early 80s in Houston were a little crazy.

In the 90s, it was "Native Texan: Please Speak Slowly."

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Jesus, reading fucking comprehension, jackass. WANKER makes my skin crawl. You are just so fucking annoying.

I was told that it was more like a wicked little shiver from your neck to the base of your spine.