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Sep 14 15, 10:44
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The glühwein we drunk from a mug made us glow like a Bayberry bug. No hint of a struggle, we started to snuggle, then cantelouped there on the rug.
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Sep 14 15, 11:51
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She shrugged me like I was a dope on the rug with a bare cantaloupe, Merlin lyin' right there on the floor like a bear who was drunk and tied up with a rope.
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Sep 14 15, 12:43
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Daniel's first one:
If some dope makes her shrug I would like to take Anne on a long mountain hike just to get her head straight or perhaps, procreate until she cannot ride on her bike.
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Sep 14 15, 12:43
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Merlin's first one:
Your gluhwein from a mug makes you drunk and you topple into an old trunk which is not the right size for your head or your thighs and your girlfriend goes off in a funk
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Sep 14 15, 12:44
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Merlin's second one:
Can’t elope on a rug there and then since you never know where it has been or just who was on top when you start or you stop it is best to just cuddle and grin.
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Sep 14 15, 12:45
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And, lastly, Daniels last:
You were tied with a rope ‘cause you’re drunk and your friend put you on the top bunk. They had tried on the bottom, it broke so they got’em some more friend who could lift you and chunk.
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Sep 14 15, 13:42
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to Larry's first two:
If the bike that she ride's in the trunk and your girlfriend's gone off in a funk then the heck with them both; it is time for some sloth so drive off to the bar and get drunk.
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Sep 14 15, 13:54
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... and to Larry's response to Merlin's and to mine, at once:
If your friends cannot lift you and chunk why not cuddle and grin on the bunk even if you're alone and the others just groan and the whole place now smells like a skunk.
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Sep 14 15, 17:22
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Okay, I'm all confused so will just keep going...
It smells like a skunk? The whole place? Gosh-golly, if that be the case that fellow, Fainthearted, I'll betcha he departed* and left the whole place a disgrace.
* Substitute another rhyme-word if you wish.
=====================. came back to edit...
Methinks this might fit with the can'telope.
She offered her honor one day, he honored her offer, yea, yea! All day and all night, a glorious sight – it was honor and offer – olé!
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Sep 14 15, 21:46
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It was off her and on her - olé that went throughout the night and the day as he consummated; but alas, he's degraded and tired but she still wants to play.
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Sep 15 15, 10:20
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If you reckon she still wants to play I'll be back, but it won't be today. Got a few things to do, more stuff to accrue, I'm heading up-up and a-weigh!
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Sep 15 15, 14:44
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If you’re going up-up as you weigh then too much food’s gone down-down today filling out on each side but what can’t be denied you’ll soon look like a source for pâté.
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Sep 15 15, 20:27
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If pâté is the source of your look you are pasty and often mistook for a can of dog food or something you brewed and left it out to over-cook.
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Sep 16 15, 09:15
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Leave it out and it willy over-cook in the sunshine, so best take a look that it doesn't turn black like a fallen smoke stack, lest the crows come and gobbledygook!
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Sep 16 15, 21:28
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If you gobble the gook crows will come just to see if you have left them some but alas, you have not ‘cause you ate the whole lot but you didn’t know where it was from.
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Sep 17 15, 07:26
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If you didn't know where it was from soon the crows will be eating the scum from the vomit you leave, and you'd better believe that the food you eat's what you become.
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Sep 17 15, 09:21
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I've become what I eat, sure as shiver, Monsanto was pleased to deliver. I'm now modified from aside to decide and genetically sold up the river.
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Sep 17 15, 13:12
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Up the river genetics are sold to improve us; at least I am told that we’re born with some flaws so by skirting the laws companies say we’ll never get old.
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Sep 17 15, 21:38
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To pay or not to pay?
We’ll never get old, so they say, that we simply fritter away while the fountain of youth is elusive in truth, and in truth, I now need a toupee!
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Sep 17 15, 22:05
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If you need a toupee here’s the truth you’ve grown old and are now long of tooth so dead hair in a weave will not ever deceive, serve her strong martinis with vermouth.
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