Amy as a vulgar poem.

[Theocrat]

The Tides

Summer pours rays into molten bowls.
Puddles left from April's cries,
Turn into steam, dissipating into a blue oasis.
Wait for autumn's new moons to shine on golden trees,
Until the soil is sodden with crisp flakes,
Packed like floured bricks into frosty ovens.

 

[amy31416]

Aww, look at the baby!

Wonder who the real mother is?

You bitch!

 

[inibo]

So this thread is pretty much about anything now, right?

 

[amy31416]

So this thread is pretty much about anything now, right?

Hell yeah!

 

[specsaregood]

So this thread is pretty much about anything now, right?

anything you like
if it is about moist heat
or vulgar women
or both

 

[inibo]

Moist, hot, vulgar women. Something we can all get behind.

 

[specsaregood]

Moist, hot, vulgar women. Something we can all get behind.

and that ^ my friends is how the next generation comes into being.

 

[Nate-ForLiberty]

and that ^ my friends is how the next generation comes into being.

that, and lasagna.

 

[specsaregood]

//

 

[Kludge]

Fuck air conditioners.

... and heat rash.