Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
[B]Drunken, Spilled, Fallen-Floor MessTripp'd-up, fallen-floor mess,
Rollin' with the Rock, anybody's guess,
Tea-totalled troll, moved on, no repast,
Liquid lunch and devil'd moll-ask,
Tenuous link to better day,
It be da beer, it be the way,
Frizzl'd ma mind, now all time,
Mixin' the hops wid da vine,
In the morro', questions will ask,
Not for now as I fill ma flask. [/B]
😆 Fantastic... intoxication caught in action.
Two Bees And A Cue: This Way Vs That
I'll use one - Many for me,
I'll build from the middle - Decentralised, mine will be,
As soon as there's fire, I'm ready to go,
Amber coals bright, then shall we know.
Thin, scrawny slithers and plenty of baste,
Thick, rump cuts, season to taste.
Wrapp'd in bread, in face fed,
Dined divine, sampled wine bled,
Clams in the shell, bean-sprouted sheets,
Lettuce in the bowl, peppers, onions, beets.
I'm the winner, you're coals are dead!
You're the loser, you're still unfed!
We've both dined out, among the stars,
We've both got to clean, before back to Ours.
We've both enjoyed the company of friend,
We've both let loose to no manufactured end!
We're both the winners, neither have loss!
We're both going home with gristle to floss.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooDude!!! I gotta admit, yours has a special place in my heart. Okay, enough of gayness. I like it...but you do make it hard to dissect your work.
[B]Two Bees And A Cue: This Way Vs ThatI'll use one - Many for me,
I'll build from the middle - Decentralised, mine will be,
As soon as there's fire, I'm ready to go,
Amber coals bright, then shall we know.
Thin, scrawny slithers and plenty of baste,
Thick, rump cuts, season to taste.
Wrapp'd in bread, in face fed,
Dined divine, sampled wine bled,
Clams in the shell, bean-sprouted sheets,
Lettuce in the bowl, peppers, onions, beets.
I'm the winner, you're coals are dead!
You're the loser, you're still unfed!
We've both dined out, among the stars,
We've both got to clean, before back to Ours.
We've both enjoyed the company of friend,
We've both let loose to no manufactured end!
We're both the winners, neither have loss!
We're both going home with gristle to floss. [/B]
Must be a neo-modernist poet I suppose.
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooI'm afraid it's too late for that my friend. I'm on overdrive as it is...and for the life of me, it is excruciatingly excruciating.
East and West aren't just geographical opposites...I go with the flow, but am particularly partial to the thick, rump steak-kind...Nun, I love your bottom too, but don't always think too much.
I once partook in the inhaling of smoke from a particular herb and I believe the affect of such a herb would induce the required state of mindlessness. As your doctor, I have decided to prescribe you a healthy dose of this un-said herb, as long as your diurnal drudgery does not involve methodical thinking or the use of heavy machinery...
If that don't float ya boat, then drink a bottle of rum.
Next patient, please...
In that case, I will have to further the prescription to include a stay on a beach on a tropical island and a non-stop supply of garlic 'rubbed' roasted peanuts. After becoming sick of the peanuts, an alternative of Pistachio nuts will be supplied.
I would also like to offer my sevices as a 'bedside' doctor, in case of an emergency...
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd FlooNow dat's wot i'm talkin' bout!! Blaze it up y0!!!
I once partook in the inhaling of smoke from a particular herb and I believe the affect of such a herb would induce the required state of mindlessness. As your doctor, I have decided to prescribe you a healthy dose of this un-said herb, as long as your diurnal drudgery does not involve methodical thinking or the use of heavy machinery...If that don't float ya boat, then drink a bottle of rum.
Next patient, please...
"Fvck fvck fvck, mother mother fvck, mother mother fvck fvck, mother fvck, mother fvck, noinch noinch noinch, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, noinch noinch noinch, smokin weed, smokin weed, doin coke, drinkin beer, drinking beer, beer, beer. rolling fatties, smoking blunts, who smokes the blunt? we smoke the blunt, rollin blunts and smoking weed...15 bucks little man, put that shit in my hand, if that money doesn't show then you'll owe me, owe me, owe."