OR
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Labels: Farts
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
بعد 12 سنه خدمه فى الرئاسه ، سيضطر جاك شيراك و المدام انهم يخرجوا من الاليزيه فى عربيتهم ال 205 موديل 1984 و يتوجهوا الى شقه مفروشه شاحتينها من أيمن الحريرى لحد ما ربنا يكرم و يلاقوا حته تتاويهم
طبعأ جاك دلوقت بيلعن ديجول و الجمهوريه و الانتخابات - اللى بالمناسبه سجلت فى الجوله الأولى "و اللعيبه لسا بيسخنوا" نسبة مشاركه 87% .... دى نسبة الحضور مش نسبة النجاح
مش عارف ليه معدتى قالبه و حاسس انى عايز أطرُش
طبعأ جاك دلوقت بيلعن ديجول و الجمهوريه و الانتخابات - اللى بالمناسبه سجلت فى الجوله الأولى "و اللعيبه لسا بيسخنوا" نسبة مشاركه 87% .... دى نسبة الحضور مش نسبة النجاح
مش عارف ليه معدتى قالبه و حاسس انى عايز أطرُش
Labels: Farts
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Ordinary Love Story IV
Upon the desolate shore, you happened on a trail of fresh footprints. Through the laid path of crushed bamboo and rotting seaweed, the tracks led you to their maker.
She was sat on the cindery sand, facing the ocean, combing through its crystals with dry and nervous fingers.
Her bare back straightened with aloof dignity, she seemed to pay the world no mind.
Frolic waves were escorted to her naked feet by the suave rays of the jaunty perfect moon that heeded that mid-summer's night.
In the glow of the hysteric bonfire, her body shone like a silver coin twiddled under the ripe noon sun and her shadow engaged the evening zephyr in a holy solemn dance.
You observed, smitten, before your eyes, this rethorical frame of your mind; a satiric depiction of a dream you once had in a life that now didn't seem too distant from this one.
"Pieces of you pour out of me from time to time, in those grains, in this forlorn ocean." She suddenly admitted as if to herself. "If you watch closely, you'd catch glimpses of yourself seeping out of my every pore. I'm like a bucket filled with the thought of you, up to the brim. From it i begin, and to it i retire..... "
You felt caught up in a reverie of years long lost.
She got up to face you for the first time, and in a divinely struck moment, you made the acquaintance of The Girl You Used To Know.
"Spin with me, my love, for this sluggish earth is not turning fast enough for the rhythm of my speeding heart...."
She offered you her sandy hand.
Her lips had parted under the weight of her heart-felt confession; lips rosy, flushed and tender like petals of blossoming spring cherry flowers.
Her love-padded eyes attended artfully to your dream.
The stout ocean growled and raged and cried; your barren soul yielded.
And you spun and spun and spun, in the name of hope and deliverance.
In the name of years long lost, and others that are yet to come.
And long after you dropped, she was still ardently spinning, her heart bearing no desire or intention to stop.
She was sat on the cindery sand, facing the ocean, combing through its crystals with dry and nervous fingers.
Her bare back straightened with aloof dignity, she seemed to pay the world no mind.
Frolic waves were escorted to her naked feet by the suave rays of the jaunty perfect moon that heeded that mid-summer's night.
In the glow of the hysteric bonfire, her body shone like a silver coin twiddled under the ripe noon sun and her shadow engaged the evening zephyr in a holy solemn dance.
You observed, smitten, before your eyes, this rethorical frame of your mind; a satiric depiction of a dream you once had in a life that now didn't seem too distant from this one.
"Pieces of you pour out of me from time to time, in those grains, in this forlorn ocean." She suddenly admitted as if to herself. "If you watch closely, you'd catch glimpses of yourself seeping out of my every pore. I'm like a bucket filled with the thought of you, up to the brim. From it i begin, and to it i retire..... "
You felt caught up in a reverie of years long lost.
She got up to face you for the first time, and in a divinely struck moment, you made the acquaintance of The Girl You Used To Know.
"Spin with me, my love, for this sluggish earth is not turning fast enough for the rhythm of my speeding heart...."
She offered you her sandy hand.
Her lips had parted under the weight of her heart-felt confession; lips rosy, flushed and tender like petals of blossoming spring cherry flowers.
Her love-padded eyes attended artfully to your dream.
The stout ocean growled and raged and cried; your barren soul yielded.
And you spun and spun and spun, in the name of hope and deliverance.
In the name of years long lost, and others that are yet to come.
And long after you dropped, she was still ardently spinning, her heart bearing no desire or intention to stop.
Labels: Ordinary Love Stories
Friday, April 20, 2007
Man & Fart: A Classic Tale Of Treason And Betrayal
Farting
is Mandatory.......................... It's OK to fart!
(Your fart's been nothing but good to you. Don't disown it.)
~ Claim
Your
Fart ~
is Mandatory.......................... It's OK to fart!
(Your fart's been nothing but good to you. Don't disown it.)
~ Claim
Your
Fart ~
Labels: Farts
Friday, April 13, 2007
Ordinary Love Story III
Oh you're so precious
I can't get you out of my mind
( Please
Break
My
Heart......Please? )
I can't get you out of my mind
( Please
Break
My
Heart......Please? )
Labels: Ordinary Love Stories