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sissymaidlola -> RE: Buried by a pack o' terms ... (3/26/2005 9:54:15 PM)
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LMAO, i wonder what is written on his tombstone.
Leviathan latrine, Colossus crapper, Behemoth bathroom, Polytheme privy, Titanic toilet, Herculean head, or a Mammoth amenity ?
sissy Can picture Mr. Riesfeldt's final resting place in a large dark underground crypt deep beneath the hustle and bustle of the streets of Berlin. Imagine, if you will, the sound of bouzouki music playing the Harry Lime theme ... slowly at first, but gradually increasing in tempo and volume. In order to read the inscription on his tombstone, you have to strike a match. It fizzles and flickers in the cold, damp darkness, casting long dismal shadows along the moist and stained mausoleum walls. The bouzouki music becomes much more intense and frantic as you squint in the wavering light cast by the burning match in order to better make out the words carved on our hero's sepulcher ...
Here lies the turd man. He died in the line of du-du-duty of a shit load of problems. Stationed on or near the Dark Incontinent, he ultimately became submerged in foreign matters. Unexpectedly, he was caught on the runs by an attack from the rear. Pinned down under an uninterrupted stream of enema discharges he tried to make his escape out dat exit only to discover, too late, that it was dysentery! With his only way forward obstructed and blocked, finally he succumbed to overwhelming odds and, completely pooped, bit the dirt and then kicked the bucket. Although dead and berried, he will not be forgotten.*
* since elephants never forget!
sissy maid lola
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