Have you ever gotten really drunk and just wanted to punch shit? Here’s a word of warning then: Don’t hit a girl, she’s likely to tell. Stupid bitch had a glass jaw anyway. And now a poem, if you can truly call it that. How Embarrassing: You Go To Dump The Whore’s Corpse, And She’s Still… Read More HOLY Fux0r Batman! What a furry taco!
Howdy howdy fuckin’ partners. Time for a haiku. Tell me you love me. Though I’ve Had A Whore; I Have Never Paid For Sex. I Paid Her To Leave. —NPX Truer words were never spoken. Amen. (Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally lost to time.)
I love women, and respect them as well. Which brought me to the inspiration of my next poem. I hope you like it ladies. Ahem. Standing in the rain. Every drop speaks your name. So grab my coat, Bitch. —NPX Lovely. Later bitches. (Note: Original pictures from this older post have been accidentally… Read More Tickle Me Timber.
The Space Boner 