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i have eaten five tacos
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| Zenchowdah |
| i now begin my sixth. |
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| Zenchowdah |
| yknow, if we were on some kinda ed up poetry forum, that coulda been heralded as a great piece of work. here, however, it is doomed to the back pages. never to be seen again. i am reminded of that green velvet tune. never be satisfied. wait, thats a martin luther king speech turned into one. eh. same deal. i finished that taco. not bad.my wrist is startin to hurt so im gonna bail. yo, i might start using this thread as a blog, see how long that lasts. |
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| N|te-L|fe |
| The Taco and I, by Zenchowdah |
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| Sand Leaper |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zenchowdah
here, however, it is doomed to the back pages. never to be seen again. |
And rightfully so. |
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| Lephaid |
| Tacos can be pretty good. |
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| MaxTO |
keep 'em going...
I once ate 14 tacos, 1 fries supreme and chugged down 3 cokes
Things I used to do for bets :rolleyes: |
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| Echo of Silence |
I love tacos.
So you can dedicate this thread that is destined for the back pages never to be seen again, to me.
<3 |
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| Zenchowdah |
| quote: | Originally posted by N|te-L|fe
The Taco and I, by Zenchowdah |
have you met my pants?
My pants deny my existence. I struggle with them daily, yet they insist
that they are the master. Who is to settle this dispute? Lying and wheezing
in my bed of potato and vinegar, I call for the princes of the boudoir, but
they heed me not. I fret, and in fretting, I sprain a whim. Damn. I must
go, and leave my pants behind. I spit on them as I leave, but they are not
ashamed.
I stroll down the avenue, aware that in my pantslessness I am the focus
of attention. I am secretly elated, but at the same time, I am worried. I
do not have a spaniel, either, yet I do not experience the joy of being
without one. I collapse in the street, crying bitter tears at the emotions I
can only deduce, for I am too numb to experience them. I am wracked by
despair as I realize I have been feeling the rapture of kazoolessness my
entire life, and yet it has not moved me.
As I lie sprawled in the street, passersby stop to taunt me and throw me
gnarled twigs.
I catch and eat them, for I deserve no better.
And as I crunch on my gritty repast, I feel a prod in a part of my body
that only one creature dares to touch. Could it be - it is! My pants! They
have come to rescue me!
No, it is only a squirrel.
When, at last, I return home, I find that my pants have locked me out
and have taken my wives for their own, and are redecorating the palace. I
have only myself to blame. |
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| Boomer187 |
| mmmm, teh pink taco |
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| Zenchowdah |
| quote: | Originally posted by Boomer187
mmmm, teh pink taco |
this one understands. |
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| ::TranceVanDyk:: |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zenchowdah
have you met my pants?
My pants deny my existence. I struggle with them daily, yet they insist
that they are the master. Who is to settle this dispute? Lying and wheezing
in my bed of potato and vinegar, I call for the princes of the boudoir, but
they heed me not. I fret, and in fretting, I sprain a whim. Damn. I must
go, and leave my pants behind. I spit on them as I leave, but they are not
ashamed.
I stroll down the avenue, aware that in my pantslessness I am the focus
of attention. I am secretly elated, but at the same time, I am worried. I
do not have a spaniel, either, yet I do not experience the joy of being
without one. I collapse in the street, crying bitter tears at the emotions I
can only deduce, for I am too numb to experience them. I am wracked by
despair as I realize I have been feeling the rapture of kazoolessness my
entire life, and yet it has not moved me.
As I lie sprawled in the street, passersby stop to taunt me and throw me
gnarled twigs.
I catch and eat them, for I deserve no better.
And as I crunch on my gritty repast, I feel a prod in a part of my body
that only one creature dares to touch. Could it be - it is! My pants! They
have come to rescue me!
No, it is only a squirrel.
When, at last, I return home, I find that my pants have locked me out
and have taken my wives for their own, and are redecorating the palace. I
have only myself to blame. |
to much time below decks i see :p |
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