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[January 09, 2012, 09:35:14 PM] Ploe: That I could!

[January 27, 2012, 10:34:49 AM] Raven: I want to say hello and I want to say i was piter pater in the mean time ... god I love to piter pater i miss it so much

[January 27, 2012, 10:35:48 AM] Raven: dont mean to bitter pater?

[January 27, 2012, 10:36:08 AM] Raven: just pitter patter like feats

[January 27, 2012, 10:37:01 AM] Raven: hey pater i have some poems for you to talk shit on

[January 27, 2012, 10:37:12 AM] Raven: be really mean and shit

[January 27, 2012, 10:38:07 AM] Raven: I need pater on my platter

[January 27, 2012, 10:38:16 AM] Raven: a big dose

[January 27, 2012, 10:40:48 AM] Raven: or in brokelyn lingo harry ploter

[January 27, 2012, 10:46:17 AM] Raven: Been reading your new poems pater you on a yeats trip i like it?

[January 30, 2012, 12:49:57 PM] Raven: everyone has a great poem just tell your story in a special way I you will feel you much better

[January 30, 2012, 12:50:51 PM] Raven: these people get so good at writing poems they forget how to tell the story

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« on: December 11, 2008, 07:53:10 PM »

I remember going for laughs with my dancing.  A crowded bar without my inhibitions, a woman began dancing beside me.  Long legs, healthy breasts, bountiful lips, and eyes that were all too obvious.  We rubbed groins and left; I think I drove home. 

In pitch black, we tore each other’s clothes off, and I caressed every square inch of her body with my toothbrush.  I swear she could make the Pope’s cock hard.  For a moment, I believed in God, and I thanked him for my drunkenness and resulting stamina. 

In the morning, I wiped the shit from my eyes and gazed upon my queen.  I remember thinking, “Hell, even a slight breeze could make the Pope’s cock hard,” and I threw my toothbrush away.
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« Reply #1 on: December 13, 2008, 11:26:34 AM »

I caressed every square inch of her body with my toothbrush[/i a very,very, funny line....a most enjoyable read..you have a rare tallant for uping the stakes on the subline to the ridiculous meter ....26 out of 10..i also agree 'by the law of averages' Popes must get a hard-on once or twice

till soon

Ari
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« Reply #2 on: January 24, 2009, 06:05:23 PM »

Hah!... Fantastic. :] Just so honest and blunt.
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