there was a young man from gosham who took out his bollards ( i think you know what i actually mean) to wash 'em his wife said jaackkk if you dont put them back I'LL STAND ON THE BASTARDS AND SQUASH 'EM!
it's been a while since the last chant So I thought I'd start again, I was with the guys last night, Truely a god send, sadly it was in my dreams, and I woke up in the middle of Tom's sexual screams. It seemd quite good, But my pillow ended up wet. Seemed I thought my pillow was Bill and I snogged it to hell. So with a mouthful of feathers I pouted and cried, and then I heard a sigh I turned over to see a naked, and sweaty at that, clothed Georg sat on a mat. Playing with an invisible cat.
Let's play twister, let's have fun. Faces on the colours, and just spin the dial. With a right hand on Bill, on his face-covered .. ur, tile. Left foot on Tom, though he'd prefer your hand, Your Tit's on Gustav don't worry he likes it, don't feel bad. and you're thrusting at Georg. This is something they'd LOVE to see. Tom'd enjoy it, though he'd rather that your foot was dangling off the bed, and your right hand on his un-dreaded head. You know what I mean, You dirty wh*re. As their faces are being groped on the floor.
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Someone's giving, and their legs are quaking, they can't take the strain, they lost us the game as they fall down on top of us, crushing us to the mat. But in the end, we're all happy because we landed on TH, oh and the thrills, oh the kink Oh dear, my face is on Bill's!
I say revive it! I'm not partaking in it since I have the writing skills of a dolphin, but everyones poems/chants are so entertaining. I didn't know this thread existed until today, my dearest apologies to your talent. XD
Now I'm young and sexy all love is free Fame to my name takes out the excitment of the pure exsticy As passion presents way to easy.
My pilot light is out, What used to be my sex appeal Is now my water spout. 'Twas a time, when of it's own accord From my trousers it would spring, But now I have a part time job To find the blasted thing.
I used to be embarrased To make that thing behave, For every single morning It would stand and watch me shave.
But as time goes by True love is hard to find The world has not been unkind! It has blessed me with these wonderful friends of mine. I truely prefer not being in the front of ppls mind.
However, It sure gives me the blues to see my old friend, Hang it's withered head And watch me tie my shoes instead. As love is not exciting as it was back then.
Oh how we all love Tom, what with his massive schlong But we'll both get the same, Surely if they're identical Their c^cks would be too? Otherwise I think us two should go and do our own thing, until they grow an inch or two!
I`m actually wondering if that may be true! Thatd truelly make them identical