so so with the flow we go
almost with the nick nack of tic tac
hoppin on this beat
sweet like feet dipped in butterscotch
let my friend smelly my finger and her inner beauty through nostrils
fresh as a virgin fossil discovered by an apostle
the loss'll be easy to bear
it's my thing
you know how i do
from the never expiring cota crew
where we drink just soda fooh
you ain't got one iota to deal with the realness factory sweatshop i got runnin
more cunnin than cool to runnings each nun in the convent
beyond went
out of her way
her mystery blisterry from tears shed and albatrosses carried
her schemes diabolical and hairy
her milk
only the newest dairy...
unrefrigerated her Amish ass had standards while sitting down
she hung out with my wife they were knitting my daugher a gown of goose down
with some loose juice from a well produced clown that couldn't hack it like not knowing the admin password
folks this is all for you blokes and blokettes trying to get the last word
the hazard that a duke rebukes while he defends daisy and you push her up
i'd like to just do it like nike and put a nike swoosh on her butt
This is one of the best comeback lines of all time. It is a portion of National Public Radio (NPR) interview between a female broadcaster and US Marine Corps General Reinwald who was about to sponsor Boy Scouts visiting his military installation.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base?
GENERAL REINWALD: We’re going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and
shooting.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Shooting! That’s a bit irresponsible, isn’t it?
GENERAL REINWALD: I don’t see why, they’ll be properly supervised on the rifle range.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Don’t you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?
GENERAL REINWALD: I don’t see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline before they even touch a firearm.
FEMALE INTERVIEWER: But you’re equipping them to become violent killers.
GENERAL REINWALD: Well, ma’am, you’re equipped to be a prostitute, but you’re not one, are you?
The radio went silent and the interview ended. You gotta love the Marines!
kicking a nike swoosh in a tush caboose implies loose loaves.
aka buns, you know.
those glutes were coolin' -
the ripple effect swept through foot into flesh fat stores and muscle hollering JUST DO IT.
it's textbook - the biblio graphed out the path
of jig's virtual rooftop post-New Year's bash
and that oh-so-virtuoso peligroso splashed
in the pool after consuming the whole stash
your not getting swoosh action from her butt?
the motion of the ocean is quickly drying up?
Unlikely. You dont need to be a lower-level
greek deity to swim freely could it be
a small fish in a big pond
cant part the red seas? Or, rather
cant see beyond coral configurations
presuppposating her dimensions end within
his limited scope of concentration
whales seek not inflation
they make reality what clownfish
label as "figment of imagination"
navigating her coral reef can be
down-right "hairy" but air is sweeter
when the bubble bursts and the juices squirt
I suggest diving in facefirst because
the headstrong are held long cleaning up
the mess (hell naw I'm not licking up that s**t
after I just came in it you sick *****)
get into a rhythm before you hit the switch
carve your name in her crevasses then
switch positions better yet
let the kitten explore your shores
of her own accord because when it rains
she pours from pores and glands
when her juices mix into silken strands
no man can pretend to not stand at attention
if you can bear to pay her that kind of attention
the best "laid" plans dont lack demention
but avoid the extremes of pretention
laymen terms: whether between satin sheets
or written words, give the giver her
just deserts before she cooks your sausage.
I promise, you'll both leave full.
