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John Runyan On Sundays

SlipperySlopeSlipperySlope Posts: 16
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
inside the head of john runyan
block him!
leg sweep!
QB sack!
GAH!

*huffs and puffs*

I wish I had nachos
"And I'll Just Sit And Grin, The Money Will Roll Right In"
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  • AsPrivilegedAsAWhoreAsPrivilegedAsAWhore Posts: 109
    Originally posted by SlipperySlope
    inside the head of john runyan
    block him!
    leg sweep!
    QB sack!
    GAH!

    *huffs and puffs*

    I wish I had nachos


    mmm nachooooos
    They filled me full of drink
    And led me round the rooms
    Naked and cold and grinning
    Until everything went black
    And I came down spinning
    I awoke so drunk and full of rage
    That I could hardly speak
    A fag in a whale bone corset
    Draping his dick across my cheek
    And its into the shame
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by AsPrivilegedAsAWhore
    mmm nachooooos

    with lots of HOT Jalapenos... :D

    *mouth waters*
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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