Against me, Chuck doesnt have the guts. My lyrical razor delivers these cuts One blow to the head And immediately he's dead. His chin is where I rest my *ahem*
Of these limericks I grow tired. My playtime online has expired. I showed off my skills, Now its time to pay bills I better work before I get fired.
Funny you should mention a sack. Wet one and stick Chuck in the back. He cant punch his way out, So he'll sit and just pout. Screaming "help" just because he's so slack
All this talk about Walker is truly a bore. The walker he uses gets him across the floor. I just cant imagine how you’d think I’m a fag, Just sayin, He’s not the same since his colostomy bag. Back up,review the limericks, my 30 to your 4.
Obviously you and I are lyrically strong. We could group these together and make us a song. I must leave the forum with great sadness and sorrow. See you around the hood if not Sunday maybe tomorrow. Its been fun jousting with our lyrical wits, Now back to the thread about lactating *ahem*
My dad (age 69) says the first thing he reads every morning to the obit. If he does not see his name he figures today is a great day.
:lol: According the the place I found it, it says it's snoring/sleeping. Looks like it might be passing gas too. Who knows, maybe it knocked itself out with it's own gas. 8)
Its not the quantity of what you say, but the quality Thats why I save up I guess the sleeping smiley face is an attempt to say we are boring. I sure feel like we brightened up somebody's day with a little humor.
I really didn't take Kent's post as getting "joy" out of an obituary. More like it makes you stop and think how lucky we are to still be here today, and maybe just take a moment to reflect on someone else's life as we ALL have something to contribute. Some more than others, obviously.................:mrgreen: