And just what are you trying here, besides our patience? What exactly are you trying to say? I see through your little game. Mr. POE taster.
Mr. Poe was the Devil's spawn. He was a "poet" too.
You disgust me! More warning points!
Matthew: 5:17 Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfil. 5:18 For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled 10:21 And the brother shall deliver up the brother to death, and the father the child: and the children shall rise up against their parents, and cause them to be put to death. 10:34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
And just what are you trying here, besides our patience? What exactly are you trying to say? I see through your little game. Mr. POE taster.
Mr. Poe was the Devil's spawn. He was a "poet" too.
You disgust me! More warning points!
Seems Peter the Poet (surely know-it!)
Found himself in a tight Baptwit jam
For offending short bussers
(pedantic old fussers)
He'll soon be removed just like spam
Poetic Peter
dragged to the cross and nailed up
just like his namesake
Jesus weeps.
Emeritus Professor of the Christ Jesus Chair of Theology at Landover Baptist University.
"God loves you. Let us arrange for you to meet Him". Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth.--Psalms 58:6
Originally posted by Father Maurice LesterView Post
Seems Peter the Poet (surely know-it!)
Found himself in a tight Baptwit jam
For offending short bussers
(pedantic old fussers)
He'll soon be removed just like spam
copyright 2006
Father Maurice Lester
Peter turned to potted meat,
the kind that's tasty-spicy,
though when he's hot, he's really not
so much like Hormel's dreaded SPAM asUnderwood's Best Deviled Ham.
lord God wrathful wiv you
He gonna get real mean
if you keep channellin your inner lezbean
Mr.Poetick Pete, there no needs have them carpet-muncher envys, you just gotta finds yourselfs a true Christain™ wife an she will work wiv what lord God gived you liddle tiny choo-choo an all!
lord God wrathful wiv you
He gonna get real mean
if you keep channellin your inner lezbean
Mr.Poetick Pete, there no needs have them carpet-muncher envys, you just gotta finds yourselfs a true Christain™ wife an she will work wiv what lord God gived you liddle tiny choo-choo an all!
But (sputtering) sweet Petal, I have a wife.
Go meet her at the "Ask the Sheeny" thread?
She manages our laundry,
she wrings Joo shirts by hand.
She does all this because of God's
and Peter's countermand.
We have a great big mangle
to wrestle flat the sheets
for happy nights
of darkies' flights
from Mrs. Peters' whites.
i thinks your wife need to be rebukeds , Mr.Peter, cuz you sufferin from low self-esteems, an it all her fawlt . if she say your tongue bigger an better than your nawty bits , then she riskin both your salvations cuz tongue-lurve not procreeative lurve, it not gonna knock her up wiv no liddle soliders for lord Christ
if she refuse to submits to your liddle tiny choo-choo, then she be a closet lezbean an you need to slaps that bean-flickin demon outta her lickety-split the sooner the betters
i thinks your wife need to be rebukeds , Mr.Peter, cuz you sufferin from low self-esteems, an it all her fawlt . if she say your tongue bigger an better than your nawty bits , then she riskin both your salvations cuz tongue-lurve not procreeative lurve, it not gonna knock her up wiv no liddle soliders for lord Christ
if she refuse to submits to your liddle tiny choo-choo, then she be a closet lezbean an you need to slaps that bean-flickin demon outta her lickety-split the sooner the betters
Petal, you are righteous
right you are, and I will sure
beat the demon from my wife. WHOP, I start,
and she protests,
"Peter, I ain't Eye-tal-
yan."
BAM BAM I say
and she protests
"I'm no more Betty
Rubble than
you are Fred
Flintstone."
I'd better try another blow...
OK, girlie, here you go:
clack and SNICK, my blade
in rush, keen to guillotine
Mrs. You Know What
"Peter,
do I need remind,
a single blade...well, I can't much mind;
I am no Marie
Antoinette."
And I say "Yes, I sadly see that you live yet,
you hydra, you Medusa!"
Next to get the demons out
comes a spray bomb full of RAID: Phhhhtt "Oh Peter", how she taunts,
"you missed a spot" although I sprayed
the lot of bees
and fleas in mass that comprise
my biting buggy wife.
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Would someone else please beat her life?
I need the peace of a pieced wife.
i thinks your wife need to be rebukeds , Mr.Peter, cuz you sufferin from low self-esteems, an it all her fawlt . if she say your tongue bigger an better than your nawty bits , then she riskin both your salvations cuz tongue-lurve not procreeative lurve, it not gonna knock her up wiv no liddle soliders for lord Christ
if she refuse to submits to your liddle tiny choo-choo, then she be a closet lezbean an you need to slaps that bean-flickin demon outta her lickety-split the sooner the betters
Petal, you are righteous
right you are, and I will sure
beat the demon from my wife.
"Whop!" I start,
and she protests,
"Peter, I ain't Eye-talian"
"BAM BAM" I say
and she protests
"I'm no more Betty
Rubble than
you are Fred
Flintstone"
I'd better try another blow.
OK, girlie, here you go:
"clack SNICK", my blade
drops in a groove
to guillotine Mrs.
You Know Who.
"Peter,
do I need remind
a single blade, I can't much mind?
I am no Marie
Antoinette."
And I say "Yes, I see you're set,
you hydra, you're Medusa!"
Next, to get the demons out
comes a spray bomb full of RAID: Phhhhtt "Peter", she taunts,
"you missed a spot"
although I sprayed the lot of bees
and fleas in mass that make
my bugeating biting wife.
Would someone else please beat her life?
I need the peace of a pieced wife.
LBU Professor and Biblical Wordsmith Extraordinaire President of the Ex-Negro Academy Alumni Association Freehold Best Tan Award winner, 10 yrs running
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