THE LEGEND OF PISS-POT PETE


A RECITATION

Gather round, children, for a story of old,
When men were brave and women were bold.
It all started way out west,
To settle a bet of who was best.

Now Old Lil fucked everything that crawled or creeped,
And piled her victims in a great big heap.
There wasn't a man for miles around
With a big enough rod to fuck her down.

Now news of this boast traveled far and wide.
Thousands of rod-riders came and died,
When down from Cuntville came Pisspot Pete,
With sixteen pounds of swinging meat.

Sixteen pounds of meat and twenty pounds of cod.
He wasn't a boy he was a MAN, by God!
Pete laid it out on the Blue Balls Bar.
I'll swear it stretched from thar to [hand motion] thar.

Stunk like shit. I thought I'd die.
But he just laughed and let it lie.
Gentlemen, countrymen, boys in blue,
Came to witness this terrible screw.

People came from miles afar,
To place their bets at the Blue Balls Bar.
They met the next morning in the middle of the street,
The Mangy Whore and Piss-Pot Pete.

Pete greased his dick with a tub of lard,
And he killed a mule trying to work up a hard!
Old Lil warmed up on an old cross-tie.
Oh, my God, how the splinters flied!

Pete came down Main Street like a southbound freight,
And Old Lil knew she had met her fate.
All she could do was to take a seat,
And let old Pete sink his meat.

With a stretching of flesh, and tearing of skin,
Old Pete drove the first two feet in.
Old Lil screamed and clawed at the grass,
And yelled like a panther with a turpentined ass!

Lil let out a scream, "I can't take any more!"
But Pete pounded away on the smelly old whore.
The earth shook and dark turned the sun.
Pete's eyes rolled back and he fired his gun.

When the battle was over and the dust had cleared,
Over forty acres Lil's ass was smeared.
Gallons of love were spilled in the street.
It was so damn sticky, you couldn't pick up your feet!

Land was torn up for miles around,
Where Old Pete's balls had drug the ground.
Pete reeled in his dick and pounded his chest,
Got on two horses and rode off West.

As a lasting memory to the great Old Whore,
They hung her drawers on the Bar Room door.
And all the soap this side of hell,
Couldn't wash away that whorehouse smell!

Now Old Pete died and he went to hell:
Fucked the devil and his wife as well!
The little imps screamed and climbed the walls,
Yelling, "Get him out before he fucks us all!"

He fucked ninety-eight and his balls turned blue,
Then he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the other two!

It's all true. Thanks for spreading my story.

Piss-Pot Pete Wrote:
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> It's all true. Thanks for spreading my story.


MEXICAN WHORE

Way down in cunt valley,
Where the red river flows,
The cocksuckers flourish..
And the maidenheads grow..

the sweet Adeline the Queen of Some More,
was a hot fucking, cocksucking, Mexican whore..

She'll fuck ya
She'll suck ya
And chew on your nuts..
If you don't watch her
She'll suck out your guts!

She'll fuck for a quarter, less or more
That hot fucking cockcucking Mexican whore,

Now she is dead
And down in her tomb
The crickets and maggots
Chew on her womb

Still, she'll roll over and holler for more
She's a hot fucking, cocksucking, Mexican Whore!

I didn't have a father growing, so PPP was my role model.

I was born in the mountains and raised in a cave,
Fuckin' and'a fightin' is all I crave.

Fuckin' pretty women and screwin' old whores,
Bustin' out window's and knockin' down doors.

If I ever marry, I'll marry me a cow,
Somethin' I can suck, fuck, ride and plow.

Yee Hawwww!!!

Badass campfire story.

Little brother?
Attachments:

Airborne Ranger was a hell of a man!
Walked through the bar with his cock in his hand!
Shit on the table and pissed on the floor.
Then wiped his ass with a ".44."

Lined a hundred women up against the wall.
Bet a hundred bucks he could fuck them all.
Fucked 98 till his cock turned blue.
Up-chucked, jammed up, fucked the other two.

When he died, he went to hell.
Fucked the devil's wife and his daughter as well.
On his gravestone it read in green:
Here lies a human FUCKING MACHINE

There's snaughty nosed people everywhere were at
There ain't nobodoy know where ever satisfy
So they bitch bitch bitch every single day
If they weren't bitchin they'd have nothin to say

All the bitching I hear beats all I've ever seen
Everybody's busy bitching about everything
All day long seven days a week
I bet your even in the bed bitchin in your sleep

[Chorus:]
Bitch bitch bitch what you bitchin about
Bitch bitch bitch why don't you shut your mouth
Bitch bitch bitch so you might as well just,
Quit your bitchin and go to hell
Why don't you eat shit and go fuck yourself

There's snaughty ass people everywhere I go
There all bitchin about somebody they don't even know
Bitch bitch bitch that's all you ever do
I bet behind your back somebody's bitchin bout you

[Chorus:]

All you do is bitch and you can't seem to quit
You know your not suppose to talk with a mouth full of shit
Bitch bitch bitch we've all hear enough
Why don't you mind your own business and shut the fuck up

[Chorus:]

Why don't you
Quit your bitchin and go to hell
Why don't you eat shit and go fuck yourself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrBj3u5dPgM

LOL
Rebel Son
Hot rod Betty!

Henro Wrote:
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> LOL
> Rebel Son
> Hot rod Betty!


Hot sweaty Betty.

Here lies the bones of Screwy Dick,
He spent his whole life with a corkscrew prick,
He searched and he searched in the feudal hunt,
To find the woman with the corkscrew cunt.
He finally found her and then dropped dead,
The son-of-a-bitch had a left hand thread.

More please.

LOL!!!! THIS SHIT IS HILLARIOUS!!!! KEEP IT COMING!!!

NICE CHANGE FROM ALL THE OTHER CRAP SPEWED ON THIS WEBSITE :)

I met this girl from Hollywood
She had green hair but she looked damn good
I took her to my crib cause she was fine
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine

Miss Mary Brown
said no man could lay her down,
but over the hill came piss pot Pete
with twenty pounds of swinging meat.

He laid her on the grass
and put it in her ass,
but she blew a fart
that knocked his balls apart
Back over the hill went piss pot Pete
with twenty pounds of shredded beef!

Not impressed. OP got that poem from the July 2008 issue of New Yorker magazine.

There once was a man from Nantucket

Who's cock was so long he could suck it

he said with a grin wiping cum from his chin

"If my ear were a cunt I would fuck it"

Nip

There once was a hermit named Dave
Who Kept a dead whore in his cave
She was missing a tit
She smelled like shit
But think of the money he saved

Goddamn motherfucking sonofabitch
Mama's in the kitchen cookin red hot shit
My Daddy's in hell
My Brother's in jail
Sister's on the corner yellin "pussy for sale"

It's the boy's occupation
To stick his cocktatation
In the girl's ventilation
To increase the population
Of the younger generation
If you want a demonstration
Please lie down.


Walkin' down Canal Street, lookin' for a whore
G-d D-mn Son of a bitch
Couldn't find a whore!

Finally found a whore, she was tall and thin
G-d D-mn Son of a bitch
Couldn't get it in!

Finally got it in, swished it all about!
G-d D-mn Son of a bitch
Couldn't get it out!

Finally got it out, it was red and sore
G-d D-mn Son of a bitch
Never fuck a whore!



Oh, the midnight breeze blew through the trees
and up my girlfriend's nightie
With her tits all bare, and cut-off hair,
son-of-a-bitch almighty
She jumped in bed and covered her head
and bet me I couldn't find it

I knew damned well she was lying like hell
so I jumped right in behind it
Oh, I fucked her once;
I fucked her twice
I fucked her once too often

Now I am
the father of twins
'cause of all my fuckin'

I ended up dreaming about this stupid shit lol, wtf!

#TEAMFUCKYOUALL

Hello thar!

10 Minutes Of enjoyment 9 Months Of Pain 3 Days In The Hospital A Baby Without A Name The Baby Is A Bastard The Mother Is A Whore This Would a Never Happened If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!

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Haunted George, you son of a bitch
may your balls develop a 7 year itch
may your pecker be twisted in such a manner
that your asshole whistles the Star Spangled Banner.

May bleeding piles distress you and corns adorn your feet
May crabs as big horseshit crawl on your balls and eat
And when you're old and feeble and a syphilitic wreck
May your spine fall through your asshole and break your fuckin' neck

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to the barn one day
For eggs she was to hunt;
It stuck its nose beneath her clothes
To get a whiff of cunt.

Now, Mary was a naughty girl
And didn't give a damn;
She let him have another whiff
And killed the god-damned lamb

This is the story of Dead Eye Dick
A man with a corkscrew prick

He searched the world over on a tragic hunt
For a woman with a cork screw cunt

When he found her he fell over dead
For her cunt was a left-hand thread



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/27/2016 02:16PM by imbiker.

The sky was blue
The sun was high
We were alone
Just she and I
Her hair was brown
Her body fine
I ran my hand along her spine
With some courage
I did my best.
I placed my hand upon her breast
My other hand shook
As did my heart
I gently spread her legs apart
I knew she was ready
But I didn't know how.
It was the first time
I milked a cow

There once was clergyman's daughter,
Who resented the pony he'd bought her,
Till she found that it's dong,
Was as hard and as long,
As the prayers her father had taught her.

She married a fellow named Tony,
Who soon caught her fucking the pony,
Said he, "What's it got,
My dear, that I've not?"
Sighed she, "Just a yard-long bologna."

Why?

You're a fag.



Nineteen Eighty-Four





This article is about the George Orwell novel. For the year, see 1984. For other uses, see 1984 (disambiguation).

Nineteen Eighty-Four



Author
George Orwell

Cover artist
Michael Kennard

Country
United Kingdom

Language
English

Genre
Dystopian, political fiction, social science fiction

Published
8 June 1949, London

Publisher
Secker & Warburg

Media type
Print (hardback and paperback)

Pages
267 (1949 US edition)

ISBN
0-547-24964-0 (2013 edition)
ISBN 978-0-547-24964-3

OCLC
52187275


Dewey Decimal
823/.912 22

LC Class
PR6029.R8 N647 2003

Nineteen Eighty-Four, often published as 1984, is a dystopian novel by English author George Orwell published in 1949.[1][2] The novel is set in Airstrip One (formerly known as Great Britain), a province of the superstate Oceania in a world of perpetual war, omnipresent government surveillance and public manipulation, dictated by a political system euphemistically named English Socialism (or Ingsoc in the government's invented language, Newspeak) under the control of a privileged elite of the Inner Party, that persecutes individualism and independent thinking as "thoughtcrime."[3]

The tyranny is epitomised by Big Brother, the Party leader who enjoys an intense cult of personality but who may not even exist. The Party "seeks power entirely for its own sake. It is not interested in the good of others; it is interested solely in power."[4] The protagonist of the novel, Winston Smith, is a member of the Outer Party, who works for the Ministry of Truth (or Minitrue in Newspeak), which is responsible for propaganda and historical revisionism. His job is to rewrite past newspaper articles, so that the historical record always supports the party line.[5] The instructions that the workers receive specify the corrections as fixing misquotations and never as what they really are: forgeries and falsifications. A large part of the ministry also actively destroys all documents that have been edited and do not contain the revisions; in this way, no proof exists that the government is lying. Smith is a diligent and skillful worker but secretly hates the Party and dreams of rebellion against Big Brother. Orwell based the character of the heroine of the novel, Julia, on his second wife, Sonia Orwell.[6][7]

As literary political fiction and dystopian science-fiction, Nineteen Eighty-Four is a classic novel in content, plot and style. Many of its terms and concepts, such as Big Brother, doublethink, thoughtcrime, Newspeak, Room 101, telescreen, 2 + 2 = 5, and memory hole, have entered into common use since its publication in 1949. Nineteen Eighty-Four popularised the adjective Orwellian, which describes official deception, secret surveillance and manipulation of recorded history by a totalitarian or authoritarian state.[5] In 2005, the novel was chosen by TIME magazine as one of the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to 2005.[8] It was awarded a place on both lists of Modern Library 100 Best Novels, reaching number 13 on the editor's list, and 6 on the readers' list.[9] In 2003, the novel was listed at number 8 on the BBC's survey The Big Read.[10]

black lives matter, the question is to who?
black on black crime is really nothing new
We blame them, they blame you
blame who you want because it all rings true.
long lines growing longer of disappearing dad's,
so please stop having children as a fad
not the pillars of the community
so why they get immunity
from responsibility and accountability
from children that are soon to be
born without any unity…. on their own
like a dog without a bone
like a ring without a tone, they're just there
breathing air, all alone
don't say you don't care because
black lives matter
but so does mine
so does my friend Jesus
though I hear he's doing fine
so does the cop, so does the vet
so do unborn babies
a debt he never met
but momma will have more
not a virgin or a whore
at her core…...she's just stupid
thinks every dick belongs to cupid
crash, boom, bam, meet Uncle Sam
and his government check
now your life's a fuckin wreck
and the cycle continues
black lives matter
the question is to who
to the gun runner
to the drug seller
to the doctor, lawyer and the local jailor
to the preacher, to the teacher
to every christian and every momma
God, family, country
throw away all of the drama
not the one percent that owns the nepotistic groans
they say a piece is hope
AKA the black pope
and we remain anonymous,
like a pink Hippopotamus,
sitting right on top of us
don't really want to ride the bus
and the cycle continues
black lives matter

……..the question is to who

That is Rap.

F that.

rap ply Wrote:
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> That is Rap.
>
> F that.

Yeah, dont fuck up the PPP thread with nig nog bullshit!

n fourteen hundred ninety-two a sailor from Italy,
He walked the dirty streets of Spain and shat in every alley.
At that time reigned a fair young queen of Spain, named Isabella,
Who cast an amoroshus glance at Chris, the smart young fella.
He knew the world was round-o.
His balls did touch the ground-o.
That syphilitic, hypocritic, son-of-a-bitch Columbo.

Columbo went to the Queen of Spain and made a proposition,
But what she wanted most to do was fuck in the prone position.
The Queen of Spain then said to him she'd give him ships and cargo,
He said, "I'll kiss your royal ass if I don't bring back Chicago."
He knew the world was round-o.
The queenly cunt he'd pound-o.
That fornicating, royal-mating son-of-a-bitch, Columbo.

Three little ships set out to sea, each one a double-decker.
The queen she waved the royal flag, Columbo waved his pecker.
Columbo paced upon the deck, he knew it was his duty.
He took in whang into his hand and said, "Ain't that a beauty!"
He knew the world was round-o.
That sailors could be browned-o.
That dirty lecher, asshole stretcher son-of-a-bitch, Columbo.

Columbo had a second mate he loved just like a brother,
And every night below the decks they bung-holed one another.
The fourteen-year-old cabin boy, that dirty little nipper,
Shoved powdered glass right up his ass and circumcised the skipper.
He knew the world was round-o.
His pecker it was ground-o.
That bleeding fucker, weenie-sucker son-of-a-bitch, Columbo.

For forty days and forty nights they sailed the broad Atlantic,
Until at last for a piece of ass the whole crew it grew frantic.
A mermaid came a-swimming by, the crew let out a holler,
And when they tossed her back to sea she'd made ten thousand dollars.
He knew the world was round-o.
That tail-o could be found-o.
That navigating, masturbating, son-of-a-bitch, Columbo.

An Indian maid appeared on shore, Columbo soon pursued her.
The white of an egg rolled down her leg, the son-of-a-bitch, he screwed her.
And when he got back home to Spain to tell of his adventures,
Queen Isabella sucked him off, of course without her dentures.
He knew the world was round-o.
His dangling dong was crowned-o.
That syphilitic, hypocritic,
fornicating, royal-mating,
dirty lecher, asshole stretcher,
bleeding fucker, weenie-sucker,
navigating, masturbating,
son-of-a-bitch, Columbo.

There was a man called Dave who dug up a whore from her grave she was moldy as shit and missing a tit but think of the money he had saved!

Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Open ur legs and give me an hour

Kissing Is A Habit
Fucking Is A Game
Guys Get All The Pleasure
Girls Get All The Pain

10 Minutes Of Pleasure
9 Months Of Pain
3 Days In The Hospital
A Baby Without A Name
The Baby Is A Bastard
The Mother Is A Whore
This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't
Tore!!

Sex is like math
You subtract the clothes
Add the bed
Divide the legs
And Pray to god
You dont multiply

Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your legs
And I'll fill you with cream

Hickory dickory dock
This bitch was suckin my cock
The clock struck two
I dumped my goo
And dumped her to the end of the block

Sex is good
Sex is fine
Doggy Style & 69
Just for fun
Or gettin paid
Everyone likes gettin laid

Sex is evil
Sex is a sin
Sins are forgiven
So stick it in!!!

roses are nice
violets are fine.
ill be the six
if you be the nine.

kub scout Wrote:
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> Badass campfire story.


true

Roses are red,
Violets are corny,
When I think of you
Ohh baby I get horny,
Eat me,
Beat me,
Bite me,
Blow me,
Suck me,
Fuck me,
Very slowly,
if you kiss me,
dont be sassy,
Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!!

69 girl Wrote:
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> Roses are red,
> Violets are corny,
> When I think of you
> Ohh baby I get horny,
> Eat me,
> Beat me,
> Bite me,
> Blow me,
> Suck me,
> Fuck me,
> Very slowly,
> if you kiss me,
> dont be sassy,
> Use your tongue and make it nasty!!!!

damn...

http://www.omniplex.com/

Am old man of Peru named Bruno;
Said all about screwing I do know:
Women are fine,
And sheep are divine;
But llamas are Numero Uno!

I once knew a man from MadrAS;
Who had big balls made out of brass:
When they clanged together,
The played Stormy Weather,
And lightning shot out of his ass.

He used to walk down the alley where nobody goes.
He was a mean motherfucker you could tell by his clothes.
He used to walk down the street with his dick in his hand;
He said "You can't get me, 'cuz I'm the Be-Bop Man!".
Well he lined a hundred women up against the wall;
Bet a hundred dollars he could fuck 'em all.
He was humpin' and pumpin' while he worked on Number Seven;
He said "Maon-oh-man, I musta' died and gone to heaven!"
In one thrust he got 14 and the next one rammed through;
When he was done with her he yelled out "FIFTEEN FOR 2!"
It was startin' to stick while he was doing 26,
So he took a time out to wash of the dicks.
He's a bangin' and bustin' while he's doin' 34
And all she could do was holler "MORE! MORE!1 MORE!!!"
Took a peak at his watch while he's humpin' 48;
Said I better get moving or I'm gonna' be late!
When he'd finshed what he was doin' with number 51
He said "I'm over the hump and just startin' to run".
He had her screamin' in delight number sixty-five;
He smiled and announced he was just comin' alive.
He got her in one thrust , number seventy-two
Said "I better get a-goin' cuz I gotta' poo.
She staggered once he finished number 83;
He said "just do a few more and I'll be home free!"
Once he;d worked his magic on girl Nine-oh;
He asked all those assembled if they liked the show.
He was running out of steam by number 94,
But he got back into rhythm and he nailed 3 more.
When he finished 98, his balls were turning blue,
But then he backed off, jacked off and fucked the other two.

He collected all his money then he passed right out.
They looked around to see if a doctor was about.
The doctor looked him over , shook his head and said "no hope"
SO they put him on a wagon and he took his last ride.
And they buried him out in the countryside.
All those who pass his tomb can now read his epitaph:
"HERE LIES A MEAN MOTHERFUCKER WITH A LEGENDARY SHAFT".

This is a lot of work man!

Lotta work Wrote:
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> This is a lot of work man!


Goddamn rite.

Stupid Americans, they make fun of 'piss pot Pete', but they don't realize we got them to elect 'toilet bowl Donald' as President. My girls know how to piss on demand and take clandestine videos.

I like your style
I like your class
but most of all i like your ass

LDC girl Wrote:
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> I like your style
> I like your class
> but most of all i like your ass


Damn,

Guys are like roses,

Watch out for the pricks.

rubber Wrote:
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> 10 Minutes Of enjoyment 9 Months Of Pain 3 Days In
> The Hospital A Baby Without A Name The Baby Is A
> Bastard The Mother Is A Whore This Would a Never
> Happened If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!


That is fucked up.

bump

screwy dick Wrote:
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> Here lies the bones of Screwy Dick,
> He spent his whole life with a corkscrew prick,
> He searched and he searched in the feudal hunt,
> To find the woman with the corkscrew cunt.
> He finally found her and then dropped dead,
> The son-of-a-bitch had a left hand thread.


Jesus!

PPPete Wrote:
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> THE LEGEND OF PISS-POT PETE
>
>
> A RECITATION
>
> Gather round, children, for a story of old,
> When men were brave and women were bold.
> It all started way out west,
> To settle a bet of who was best.
>
> Now Old Lil fucked everything that crawled or
> creeped,
> And piled her victims in a great big heap.
> There wasn't a man for miles around
> With a big enough rod to fuck her down.
>
> Now news of this boast traveled far and wide.
> Thousands of rod-riders came and died,
> When down from Cuntville came Pisspot Pete,
> With sixteen pounds of swinging meat.
>
> Sixteen pounds of meat and twenty pounds of cod.
> He wasn't a boy he was a MAN, by God!
> Pete laid it out on the Blue Balls Bar.
> I'll swear it stretched from thar to [hand motion]
> thar.
>
> Stunk like shit. I thought I'd die.
> But he just laughed and let it lie.
> Gentlemen, countrymen, boys in blue,
> Came to witness this terrible screw.
>
> People came from miles afar,
> To place their bets at the Blue Balls Bar.
> They met the next morning in the middle of the
> street,
> The Mangy Whore and Piss-Pot Pete.
>
> Pete greased his dick with a tub of lard,
> And he killed a mule trying to work up a hard!
> Old Lil warmed up on an old cross-tie.
> Oh, my God, how the splinters flied!
>
> Pete came down Main Street like a southbound
> freight,
> And Old Lil knew she had met her fate.
> All she could do was to take a seat,
> And let old Pete sink his meat.
>
> With a stretching of flesh, and tearing of skin,
> Old Pete drove the first two feet in.
> Old Lil screamed and clawed at the grass,
> And yelled like a panther with a turpentined ass!
>
> Lil let out a scream, "I can't take any more!"
> But Pete pounded away on the smelly old whore.
> The earth shook and dark turned the sun.
> Pete's eyes rolled back and he fired his gun.
>
> When the battle was over and the dust had
> cleared,
> Over forty acres Lil's ass was smeared.
> Gallons of love were spilled in the street.
> It was so damn sticky, you couldn't pick up your
> feet!
>
> Land was torn up for miles around,
> Where Old Pete's balls had drug the ground.
> Pete reeled in his dick and pounded his chest,
> Got on two horses and rode off West.
>
> As a lasting memory to the great Old Whore,
> They hung her drawers on the Bar Room door.
> And all the soap this side of hell,
> Couldn't wash away that whorehouse smell!
>
> Now Old Pete died and he went to hell:
> Fucked the devil and his wife as well!
> The little imps screamed and climbed the walls,
> Yelling, "Get him out before he fucks us all!"
>
> He fucked ninety-eight and his balls turned blue,
> Then he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the
> other two!


That was great!

Fascinating!

"Who's that knocking at my door?"
Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that kbocking at my door?",
sang the fair young maiden.

"Open the door you fucking whore!",
said Barnacle Bill the sailor,
"Open the door you fucking whore!",
said Barnacle Bill the sailor.

"Will you take me to the dance?
Will you take me to the dance?
Will you take me to the dance?"
sang the fair young maiden.

"To hell with the dance! Just pull down your pants!"
said Barnacle Bill the sailor.
"To hell with the dance! Just pull down your pants!
said Barnacle Bill the sailor.....

kub scout Wrote:
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> Badass campfire story.

Fuck Yeah!

This is some good shit!!

PPPete Wrote:
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> THE LEGEND OF PISS-POT PETE
>
>
> A RECITATION
>
> Gather round, children, for a story of old,
> When men were brave and women were bold.
> It all started way out west,
> To settle a bet of who was best.
>
> Now Old Lil fucked everything that crawled or
> creeped,
> And piled her victims in a great big heap.
> There wasn't a man for miles around
> With a big enough rod to fuck her down.
>
> Now news of this boast traveled far and wide.
> Thousands of rod-riders came and died,
> When down from Cuntville came Pisspot Pete,
> With sixteen pounds of swinging meat.
>
> Sixteen pounds of meat and twenty pounds of cod.
> He wasn't a boy he was a MAN, by God!
> Pete laid it out on the Blue Balls Bar.
> I'll swear it stretched from thar to [hand motion]
> thar.
>
> Stunk like shit. I thought I'd die.
> But he just laughed and let it lie.
> Gentlemen, countrymen, boys in blue,
> Came to witness this terrible screw.
>
> People came from miles afar,
> To place their bets at the Blue Balls Bar.
> They met the next morning in the middle of the
> street,
> The Mangy Whore and Piss-Pot Pete.
>
> Pete greased his dick with a tub of lard,
> And he killed a mule trying to work up a hard!
> Old Lil warmed up on an old cross-tie.
> Oh, my God, how the splinters flied!
>
> Pete came down Main Street like a southbound
> freight,
> And Old Lil knew she had met her fate.
> All she could do was to take a seat,
> And let old Pete sink his meat.
>
> With a stretching of flesh, and tearing of skin,
> Old Pete drove the first two feet in.
> Old Lil screamed and clawed at the grass,
> And yelled like a panther with a turpentined ass!
>
> Lil let out a scream, "I can't take any more!"
> But Pete pounded away on the smelly old whore.
> The earth shook and dark turned the sun.
> Pete's eyes rolled back and he fired his gun.
>
> When the battle was over and the dust had
> cleared,
> Over forty acres Lil's ass was smeared.
> Gallons of love were spilled in the street.
> It was so damn sticky, you couldn't pick up your
> feet!
>
> Land was torn up for miles around,
> Where Old Pete's balls had drug the ground.
> Pete reeled in his dick and pounded his chest,
> Got on two horses and rode off West.
>
> As a lasting memory to the great Old Whore,
> They hung her drawers on the Bar Room door.
> And all the soap this side of hell,
> Couldn't wash away that whorehouse smell!
>
> Now Old Pete died and he went to hell:
> Fucked the devil and his wife as well!
> The little imps screamed and climbed the walls,
> Yelling, "Get him out before he fucks us all!"
>
> He fucked ninety-eight and his balls turned blue,
> Then he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the
> other two!

little red riding hood

PPP fan Wrote:
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> little red riding hood

Whut?

Come on man I don't need any of that BS legend crap ! Listen to me and heed my words ! Every woman KNOWS Im the man who can please when all others can't including that dirty limp ass old wino Piss Pot Pete who ended up pissed all right when I PLEASED HIS WOMAN BECAUSE HE COULD NOT !

screwy dick Wrote:
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> Here lies the bones of Screwy Dick,
> He spent his whole life with a corkscrew prick,
> He searched and he searched in the feudal hunt,
> To find the woman with the corkscrew cunt.
> He finally found her and then dropped dead,
> The son-of-a-bitch had a left hand thread.

That must have sucked.