Posts Tagged ‘humor

21
Feb
15

JEFF – #JEFFWECAN


JEFF

 

#Jeffwecan

In case you missed John Oliver’s rant on LAST WEEK TONIGHT here is the video and follow his direction and lambaste the Phillip Morris International with our disapproval for what they are doing in the developing world

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06
Feb
15

thoughts de jour


 

TREE

Let all-seeing blind providence lead me down the path where there is no road.

Beyond fates unknowing misgivings, let chance guide the way, unforgiving.

Hope borne from faith of belief renders consequence without consequence.

Challenge be the metaphor for insight not yet fathomed, though fully understood.

Credence established is vanity’s beguiling when wisdom’s influence diminishes.

After posting `thought’s de jour’ I realized these phrases, call them what you will, came to me rather spontaneously, with little true, conscious thought. This made me wonder if it might be an anagram of sorts, leading to a greater message. (Stop laughing here)

So taking the first word of each phrase, form a sentence and see if there is any meaning to be taken:

Let Beyond Hope, Challenge Credence

Beyond Hope, Let Credence Challenge

Let Credence Challenge Beyond Hope

Replacing Credence with its meaning:

Let credibility/belief Challenge Beyond Hope

 

Who knows, just a thought – dejour<?>

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14
Jan
15

adult content: MASTURBATION!


mastur

Delving spontaneously into the salacious, deviant world that is Internet porn; an arena founded for pursuit of singular or mutual gratification garnered by viewing unspeakable acts of debauchery, specifically scripted and performed by nameless people motivated toward personal financial gain with the promise to heighten the pluralistic, wanton sexual desires of a viewing audience seeking to orgasmically extinguish uncontrollable urges derived by expulsion of purposeful bodily fluids by means of self-inflicted punishment imposed upon gender defining organs; a private, personal act craftily, discernibly labelled:

MASTURBATION! 

08
Nov
14

Passing Locomotion


hiking

Hiking down a railway line,
Ass naked, exposed, feeling fine;
Noonday sun’s scorching summer heat,
Cock growing harder, to hand’s rhythm beat;
Ball sack swelling, begging to be drained,
Climax mounting, vibration-driven by rumble of a passing train.

Catching the voyeuring eye of the train’s engineer,
Lustfully responding with a wanton, sex-filled sneer;
Mouth gapping, drooling saliva wet, lubricating spit,
Pre-cum ooze streams from throbbing, cock-head slit;
Masturbating, cock wildly jerked toward needed, orgasmic explosion,
Knees buckle, hot man-juice shoots, thanks to a passing locomotion.

11
Oct
14

Naked Sun-bathing


 

 

naked

 

Freely naked on the beach, under the Sun
Not for exhibitionistic purpose but just for lazing fun

Strangers ogling, perplexed as they pass
Question: is it brash nakedness or, the sexy curvy ass?

Either way, it is less concerning or, of little regard
At least until one’s penis decides to show hard

Then, it is a matter beyond taking a stand
Especially if it goes beyond a covered hand

In which case the matter can become absurd
As all around become increasingly disturbed

This being the case of lewd public display
It isn’t long before the law enters the fray

What began as innocent avoidance of daily drudge
Now transcends to stand accused before a judge

If there is a moral to this humorous literary pursuit
It is this: avoid naked sun-bathing; wear a swim-suit!

 

09
Oct
14

Postmortem Truths


Raging hard cock,
Gun in the other hand,
Debating which
Will take a greater stand.

Both promise climax
To a desired end;
Weighing relevant facts,
Without rules to defend.

Postmortem truths
Ultimately tell the tale,
To the outcome of proof;
Who won; which failed.

24
Jul
14

Joke: My neighbour Sam


JOKE

Hi, mah num is George!

 

Itz mah neighbour Sam; zbeen driv’n round da block fur hours – driven me crazy! (no pun intended)

So, whenz I cudn’t standz er no-more; I goz out – stood in da middle ah damm  road – so he HAD to Stop!

Sammyz roll’n down ‘is window –  I ask’m: `Sammy; whad ya do’n. You’re driven me crazy – what,  with all dis driven your doin – What’s up with dat?

Sammy, strangely outta breath see-in az hez only bin driven for the past hour yells out:

`GEORGE, George, I’m glad ya stopped me coz I gotta tell ya – the gas – itz down; da gas itz down 20cents a litre.. Huge!

Scratchn my ‘ed – I ask’m: `So what, twenty-cents ?– but, so wyd bin driven round da block a hundred times already?’

Sammy yells out: `Coz my tank was too full n I ‘ad to make sum room fur dar cheaper gas!’

Stop’n n tink’n for a minute I ‘ad da ask ‘im: `Yah, so whatcha down tah?!’

 




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