Emily Dickinson and a Semester Abroad (382 hits)
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Submitted by DH (View user info) at 2006-05-04 22:12:34 EDT
It will not be too bad to Live
In Boston---this July---
In Newton, Brookline, Brighton,
Cambridge, Somerville---Oh, my---
I see a Thousand things to Do---
A million minds to Hear---
I only hope my summer Shoes
And both--their Soles---adhere---
Yes, please, Madame, another Gin---
Oh--make it just a Beer---
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J: "Hey, know how I know you're gay? You're reading me poems by Emily Dickinson."
D: "Hey, know how I know you're gay? You're telling me which ones to read."
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-05 01:20:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-05-04 23:01:45 (#)
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i guess this could be worse.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-05-04 23:17:16 EDT (#)
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"They call her Mrs. Dickinson 'cause that's exactly what
The cops found when four months ago they kicked down her front door,
They happened 'pon dear Emily, her fingers holding shut
The little mouth of her poor lad, who lay upon the floor,
Behind him lay the family dog, a-humping like a fiend
Its lipstick dick slip sliding in and out the boy's behind,
The first cop lost his breakfast at the sight - it came out green,
The labrador kept humping...t'was an instinct, not a crime,
Helpful hands of officers were nothing when compared
To the red bulb-headed penis of this canine's furry groin,
They tried and tried to pull it from the child's derrierre
But found it stuck, implanted, deep up in the youthful loins,
An ambulance was called in, but the dog kept right on humping
Snapping at the fingers of the EMTs and cops,
At last it shot its load inside the lad, its testes pumping
Thick and stinky fluid, first in ropes and then in drops,
Child Protective Services came and took the boy away
Never did they get a motive for the things she'd done,
But if you ever cross me, lad, or err in any way
I'll send you 'cross the street to play with Emmy Dick-in-son."
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-05-04 23:01:45 EDT (#)
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i guess this could be worse.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2006-05-04 22:46:33 EDT (#)
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Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2006-05-04 22:14:35 EDT (#)
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