Hookers and blow, thread tie- in.

violets are violet, damnit!

:cuss:

There once was a hairy nipple named Claytex
His panties were made out of latex
He took trucker schlong in his ass
Just for some cash
and then needed some Kotex

Big hairy nipple
From the audiophile
Guarantees the win
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Hairy Nipple is prosecution evidence
An out of court settlement
Ad space for liquor
Sick without benefits
Luxury tenements choking the skyline
It's low life getting tree-top high
It is a back water remedy
Bitter and tender memory
A class E felony
Facing the death penalty
Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
Violently competitive, a school unaccredited
The break beats you get broken with
On time and inappropriate
Hairy Nipple went from selling crack to smoking it
Medicine for loneliness
Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
Propers to B-Boys getting busy
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black Glock
Gold medalist in the back shot
From the sovereign state of the have-nots
Where farmers have trouble with cash crops
It's all-city like Phase 2
Hairy Nipple will simply amaze you
Praise you, pay you
Do whatever you say do
But Iowanian, it can't save you

The CP fractal:
Hairy nipples and poop threads
Ad infinitum
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It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever hairy on my nipple

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just hairy on my nipple

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing hairy on my nipple

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a-rufflin'cold cowl
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin' ever hairy on my nipple

Roses are red
Your mother's a whore
Sec

Butterscotch liqueur
Baileys and one fifty one
A Hairy Nipple



thank you.

First one then two
at three the volume triples
Chiefsplanet member
odes to hairy nipples.


Very impressed with the first run.



Topic #2
Juicy fupa

Aft' Scott's disgrace John's where our fortune lies,
I weep for our QB's and their want state,
And trouble Dorsey's haven with my cries,
And look upon our course and curse our franchise fate,
Myself so angry- and yet so full of hope,
Alex so like him, like those we have deposed,
Desiring Montana's art, and that man's scope,
Of all our trades I fear this is the least.
And in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Dreams of Geno, Milliner, and others to replace,
SNaRc's dread mood and sour wit while we are drafting
Or fallen value, evaluations, and opportunities too late;
Our sweet Lamar remembered wins and rings
While Clark I fear, fears change, and being king.

Bastardized from William Shakespeare...

Upon the ground
I fell so fast
It came from heaven and me ass