Constantinople (A Spent Tin Colon)by an anagramical poem by Skippy LeBonne ![]() March 8, 2004 Connie bought an opal
("Abalone coupon night!") from Constantinople. (Flint postmen croon. A) Dennis killed a dentist (dissident knelt Daniel) at noon on a weekend. (down on one knee at a) Eustace was the loosest (teahouse. "Slow Cassette,") old bag at the ball. (sang Wallet Bloodbath.) "Skippy LeBonne, ("Penis knob? Yelp!") what are you on?" ("Wore tuna? Ahoy!") Rest, wily Sergeant Cher, (The lyrics were strange.) these are not your nights. (Ugh, the nearest sonority) I swam easy, law (was miles away.) did not concern me. (Did cement corn on) Cher mutters "Oven off, (the covers turn me off?) do not wink." (I don't know.) "Ahem... Hulk tit bin (I think the album,) is full again." (alias "Gin Flu,") "Abscess kit, sud jug... (just sucked big ass.) where'd you get all this?" (The "Swirly Eel" ad ought) "Do we bleat out?" (to be outlawed.) Cher, you crazy bitch... (Buy other chic, crazy) It's just a dream. (U.S. art amid jest) End it... as... as I tend. (instead.) Quote of the Day“My love is like a red, red rose… always surrounded by pricks.”-Wycked Burns Fortune 500 CookieDuck! Jesus, did you see that? Now may be the time to consider ending your relationship with Columbia House. That weird lump you feel may not be an alien tracking device after all; go ahead and see a specialist. You won't remember the name of that Faith No More tribute band anytime soon.Try again later. Top Enduring 2004 Election Scandals
Your Sister? Your sister? I kissed her, because I thought she was you! …and you had the flu that made you gain a pound or two. Or twenty. Seriously, deliriously I did mack on her lips, but I thought I was eating chips all smothered in dips! ... (2/23/04) Vaginal Scrape! Vaginal scrape! Me! Today! Hot damn hot damn, get out of my way! I've got a date with Mr. Goodtimes. And the raindrops can't hit my ass Because I'm moving too fast. Take me home, Doctor Proctor. The evening shall be... (2/9/04) Fuckin' Cold It's cold outside Fuckin' cold Like a snowman's icy balls Like a dead Eskimo stuck to a flag pole Up in Ugunumtwat, Alaska. That cold. Why does it get so cold? Because God don't love you no more Charlie. Suck on that for a while. ... (1/26/04) |