Son of a jackal-assed tooth snag!
Where the hell are my pants?
What kinda Mickey did we slip each other
last night and
who got the first slip?
It smells like mystery,
sex and tobacco in here!
One hump or two?
Good God of explicit tenors!
What the… how am I gonna explain
these hunks of Naugahyde stapled
to my bare ass?!
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
Split pea scenario with a rustic symbolism of dark sharpie marks, Lean Cuisine, and ganja-based goo on the side...
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sounds like a night to remember to me, unless its best forgotten. i like the dry humor of this and your vocab is intriguing to say the lest. that first line knocked my funny bone a couple of inches to the left. my best to you in the contest.
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"Son of a jackal-assed tooth snag!"
I love it...lol...this is great...beware those that staple though,
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I like this set of words together:
It smells like mystery,
sex and tobacco in here!
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when she pulls out the staple gun
it's time to run
m
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HAH! i won't even stick around to find out next time...good advice - your wisdom is uncanny...
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untimely thought, unfortunately you had to find out the hard way...
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she is going to have a hard time choosing. too funny. thinking of anything stapled to my ass makes me think 'ouch'. lol
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how would you know if you'd been mickey'd and humped to numbness? Gonzophilia...!
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Now this is wall worthy...
hehehe.
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Ohhh my lawd...
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