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What can I say to two men that are strong
Hurry up boys don't string this along She's probably there right in front of you But you're both looking down at the pile of poo Say something now before she gets away Stop standin there watching the stray Though I know there may be many miles It's worth a try so stop kickin those piles! |
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So you’ve spent your life in a bar
do think that’s so bizarre? I’ve spent my life in loneliness with a banjo and guitar You’re a veteran of the swoon you’re used to wooing women’s hearts I appear like a nerdy goon and smell like cheesy farts The scales are tipped in your direction women pounding at your door Yet I refuse to grant defeat in this lovesick hostile war I’ll give you what you ask for competition to the hilt! But when I’ve won a woman don’t complain that she’s well built You’re lustful eyes and drooling tongue will have to settle for a beer and everyone will pat your back and pray you persevere I’ll be dancing in the moonlight with the woman of my dreams And every night we’ll cuddle you’ll hear our ecstasy in screams You’ll pet you pup and drink you brew and wish you never met me You’ll dream of gals you’d like to screw but you’ll never get them wetski ![]() |
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With banjo and guitar, sadly your hearts been kept in a jar.
With puppy in arms holding tight,poor friend you have that right Another day another night, still see the two of you a fright. Struming strings and your poor puppy, now its ears hear rings. Ladies knocking at my door? Laughing so hard I fell on the floor If that were the case, man alive, I'd have to go buy some mace. Been waiting a hot email, that would hammer my hearts last nail. But no lady jumping to be seen, not even one to just be mean. You tried mutual match to see. It came back your little pup-py. As for you dancing in the moonlight, thats when wolves bite. Screams of ecstasy you say, try screams as a wolf heads her way. So embrace your puppy, dream of a lady,as its fur rubs your face Just stay frozen in time, and no need to rewind your rhyme. Competition to its completion, Try again, you have my permission |
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Edited by
Abracadabra
on
Wed 04/16/08 05:11 PM
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Yippee!
Permission to woo the ladies don’t wait for Hawkins Sadie’s dump my truck and spend a buck to rent a new Mercedes Strip myself of blue jeans grab a suit and tie tell the women what they want if it’s just a wooing lie Whisper nothing sweet as modern gals want more it used to be virginity but now they want to roar! They’re different kind of wenches than they were in days of old They used to be so sweet and shy but now they’re all so bold Maybe Terry has a point? It looks so easy in a rhyme but do I have the expertise to make a woman’s pussie chime Puppy dogs or pussie cats? The world is like a zoo! K9 pets or spoiled brats? What’s a man to do? ![]() |
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A Mercedes for the ladies, my your quite the tease.
Smell of new leather, you and your puppy in this hot weather Excuse me for just a minute, as your smell caused me to sneeze. Bating all the babes with suit and tie, as your puppy says, why. I think we have found your single biggest hurdle. A womans pussie doesn't chime, they don't wear a doorbell girdle Bold you say of the ladies, ancor on their arm and in the Navy. A zoo outside, and you in your new ride, K-9 pets at your side. Spoiled brats, you must be hangin with some frats. Find ya a lady, and PLEASE don't wait for her to chime. Seranade her with all your words, jand write her a loving rhyme. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() OMG you two!!! ROFLMAO... (((T))) and (((Abra))) ![]() ![]() ![]() T- Have a safe trip! ![]() |
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No doorbell on the girdle?
![]() that’s one less nagging hurdle I’ll fondle breasts till she protests and hope she doesn’t curdle I’m such a klutz when grabbing butts I should try to be platonic I have no guts to say I’m nuts unless I’m drunk on gin and tonic Shyness kept me single I never used to mingle but now my balls are swollen big and they’re thumping with a tingle I guess I’m not romantic or very sycophantic women like the trendy dudes and think that I’m pedantic I’m suffering from low esteem cuz I compare myself to gods I imagine men like women dream but I can’t fill those great façades I need to lighten up and imagine I’m so cool ![]() that women get so hot and bothered all they do is drool ![]() It’s all within the mindset of the man whose presence woos I’ll have to give up drinking tea and turn to guzzling booze ![]() |
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You two are friggin killing me!! ROTFLMAO!!!
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![]() You can't keep doing this, letting them pass your wood. Your balls should not be blue, this has to be troubling you. So we have to make a plan, to bring ya back to be a strong man. Stop yourself from acting shy, just grab her by a thigh. Tell her its now or never, but don't let your woody shiver. Spread her legs real wide, and bury your woody inside. Unchain your passions of lust, and Thrust, Thrust, Thrust. Now your the man in charge, move your woody like a barge. when all is said and done, she'll be coming back for your, fun. This plan worked great for you, only wished I got some to...... LMFAO,,,,,I had to stop twice to crack up,,,lol ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Terry, your reflections are expansive, universal and well meant
to inspire peace bro jimmy |
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Terry, your reflections are expansive, universal and well meant to inspire peace bro jimmy ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Naughty naughty man you!!ROTFLMFAO!!!
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Verrrrry interesting........ ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Verrrrry interesting........ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Poetry gone Hustler,
Advise betwixt lovelorn. Cum one cum all, women big or small, Appease these balls of horn. Boys, I just don't get it, your poetry is so sweet. Good gracious what DO women want? They should be swooning at your feet. Ahhhh yes, dear Abra-a-a-a-a, regarding those "different kind of wenches"............. Poetic licence, will save you not, you threw me in, so here's what I've got. You bet your buttons, I'm different, You bet, I kick started my broom. Flying through night skies with stars in my eyes; Ohhhh Lord, Abra, I thought that was THE RIDE..... Until an ex-bull riding man in a stetson hat caught my attention, well that was that. So in your quest, boys, I wish you luck. Ohhh and Abra, That Bull ridin man stays on when I buck! ![]() |
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terry my fav gear jammer what up bud
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terry my fav gear jammer what up bud ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() How ya doing man?? |
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Poetry gone Hustler, Advise betwixt lovelorn. Cum one cum all, women big or small, Appease these balls of horn. Boys, I just don't get it, your poetry is so sweet. Good gracious what DO women want? They should be swooning at your feet. Ahhhh yes, dear Abra-a-a-a-a, regarding those "different kind of wenches"............. Poetic licence, will save you not, you threw me in, so here's what I've got. You bet your buttons, I'm different, You bet, I kick started my broom. Flying through night skies with stars in my eyes; Ohhhh Lord, Abra, I thought that was THE RIDE..... Until an ex-bull riding man in a stetson hat caught my attention, well that was that. So in your quest, boys, I wish you luck. Ohhh and Abra, That Bull ridin man stays on when I buck! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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terry my fav gear jammer what up bud ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() How ya doing man?? good thnks ![]() |
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Thanks T, you and Abra had me howling with laughter. Great thread!
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