Recently our good friend bigallala made the comment "any woman would do me". I took his comment as the rather arrogant statement "any woman would fuck me". In reality, who but Tom Cruise, or Roger Moore 30 years ago, could honestly say "any woman would fuck me"?
I realized what biggy-boy meant was "any woman would suffice"....to receive the benefit of his manhood.
"Big" difference.
So how about a little analysis of the usage of this most powerful verb?
If, like me, one assumes that in the majority of cases, "to do" means "to fuck", what does this mean for society?
For example, if one is being introduced to the Queen, would one say "Your Majesty, how fuck you fuck? One would likely not be amused, but too doing bad.
Any other thoughts? I have many. I will fuck my best.
I agree...He is just a little sofa jumping twerp...poor Katy and little baby girl the future of Scientology (no putdown). What a twist if she marries a royal. I vote for Camilla (sic) Cheese. That should be something to look forward to. Just think of the rollicking thrills!!! Go Harry! Plus she is gorgeous!
Me neither. How anybody could spend 5 minutes mashed against that ugly shnozz of his is a mystery to me. And if he jumps on people's sofas on TV, what on earth is he like in bed? Anyway, he's too short for me. And too young.
Just back from the territories chaps. Cabbage crates over the briny, what?
Mrs T, I ROFLMAO'd - not sure if that's a verb that can be conjugated but you fuck what you've got to fuck - at your Limerick!!! Still doing laughing - hahahahah One of the best doing laughs I've had for while.
BTW, you would do me just fine - just keep whispering those 5-liners in my ear
The loquacious and bright MrsTitty Once attended a Universe-City But she caught ARSE!! Tourettes - CUNT!! how soon one forgets, Now she's FUCK! stuck with us, more's the pity.
I no idea why the do this came out of my brain at 9am on a Saturday. Must have something to fuck with Christmas
There once was a Merry Christmas Eve, When Xmas lunch was fried by Fry the Steve, Fried potato, turkey, duck, 'It's burnt,' said Steve. 'Oh, fuck!' 'I've just got apples like Adam and Eve!'
Xmas Eve on the forum, this year Is more silent, fucking deserted, (oh) dear! Not even John's around We're buried (alive) under ground. Need old members to get back on top gear.
There once was a forum on Xmas Eve It seemed everybody wanted to leave. It was the forum of Cheese, Where no cheese was sold by Cleese. Members loved it, there was much to achieve.
There was a forum, where we could say fuck, Even on Xmas Eve, while eating duck. The bloody turkey was burned Therefore to the duck we turned. Because of that, it's a relief to say fuck.
There was a forum, where we could say fuck, It's closing down, it's a bloody suck. We used swear words just for fun, We said bum more times than bun. Cleesian forum's a good place to say fuck.
It's Xmas, it's going away soon, fuck! New Year's coming, we all need more luck, (We're) hitting our head with a brick, Think, what to do, what the dick. The last line should rhyme with fuck... suck!
There once was a fucking Santa Claus, Arriving with his reindeer, must be close; 'Don't give me milk, I want beer!' 'Milk is for fucking reindeer!' Dasher kicked him to give him a red nose.
'More respect, Santa, or you'll be dead!' 'Oh, fuck, I look like Rudolph', Santa said. Santa was tapping his nose. It was as red as a rose. Dasher said: '(next time) I'll fracture your fucking head!'
For dinner, some birds I am pluckin' for making my Christmas turducken I'm stuffing its cavity With fowl depravity I'm a fuckin' duck-pluckin' turducken
We know I do not like the word f... So then I shall just say, Duck. If a Duck you must do Make sure there is no glue Or your duck will always be stuck up it's flue...:)
Santa was angry, 'Dasher, I'll sack you!' 'You're nothing without us, we'll leave you, too!' Rudolph said, (the) one with red nose. 'Why don't we speak in prose?' Asked Santa, and went into the loo.
'You're so fucking arrogant, Santa Claus! Rudolph said, (now the) pair had identical nose. 'Your name's Rude-olph, cos you're rude!' 'Don't make me angry, dude!' Rud said. 'There's a question I want to pose!'
I think you guys have invented a new form of verse. I'll call it a Cheeserick. It seems to be a cross between the Limerick, Haiku, blank verse and iambic pentameter. OK, I'm being generous on a few of those ;)
Santa in Haiku:
The old bearded man Thinking only of giving Reindeer grant him wings.
Santa in Iambic pentameter:
The one in red, full bearded, see him soar From roof to roof with fully laden flight For children far and wide, a sacred chore The ages bearing witness to this night.
Santa in Cheeserick
A boring old fatso named Santa Hated Christmas and all of its banter So the lazy old cunt Played a devilish stunt And flew overnight to Atlanta.
Thumble, you're great! Yeah, our limmerick style is rather our own, but it's better than according to the original rules. I don't give a damn to the rules like long beats and short ones! So, yes, CHEESERICK RULES! OR CLEESERICK!