He was a twit, no doubt of it,
A world class nimrod, Grade-A.
His patience then, had reached its end,
He?d take his action today.
With beating heart he took a start
Down the hall, watch the predator strut.
His nostrils twitched as he ached and itched
For blood to fill his gut.
There, ?cross the room, to receive its doom,
Was our hero?s worst enemy.
This foe had twice lost to the beast when they crossed
Their paths, and he?d make the count three.
Our man cracked each knuckle while his prey?s knees did buckle
A madman was poised for the kill.
He drew his arm back as he readied to crack
His nemesis ?til he?d gotten his fill.
He let the punch fly without a mere try
by his foe to dodge the swing.
It?s almost as though this virile foe
Looked forward to halt his own living.
Our assailant connected! His follow-through perfected!
His victim took in the full flay!
Yet he is still standing with posture commanding
The upper-hand in this melee!
He stands quite inert having parried the hurt
And now we look back to our man.
He clutches his fist and curses ?Fuck, my wrist!?
Could this be our hero?s last stand?
The battle was ended, our hero pretended
His loss was a meaningless scene
But we laughed to no end, when Alex our friend
Was felled by a vending machine
This one’s about my friend who got drunk, punched a vending machine as hard as he could and broke his wrist. That story should be sold to freevibe.
Oh, DB, by the way…
[quote]This thread needs a guy driving by in a car, honking and yelling:
“3 VWs for under $17,000. Woohoo.” [/quote]
WTF?
[quote]Mr. Clean & Jerk wrote:
Oh, DB, by the way…
This thread needs a guy driving by in a car, honking and yelling:
“3 VWs for under $17,000. Woohoo.”
WTF?[/quote]
When I was a kid there was a commercial by VW advertising the economy of the bug. The guy drove around yelling, “TWO PENNIES A MILE!!!” Maybe VW updated the ad.
[quote]Mr. Clean & Jerk wrote:
He was a twit, no doubt of it,
A world class nimrod, Grade-A.
His patience then, had reached its end,
He?d take his action today.
With beating heart he took a start
Down the hall, watch the predator strut.
His nostrils twitched as he ached and itched
For blood to fill his gut.
There, ?cross the room, to receive its doom,
Was our hero?s worst enemy.
This foe had twice lost to the beast when they crossed
Their paths, and he?d make the count three.
Our man cracked each knuckle while his prey?s knees did buckle
A madman was poised for the kill.
He drew his arm back as he readied to crack
His nemesis ?til he?d gotten his fill.
He let the punch fly without a mere try
by his foe to dodge the swing.
It?s almost as though this virile foe
Looked forward to halt his own living.
Our assailant connected! His follow-through perfected!
His victim took in the full flay!
Yet he is still standing with posture commanding
The upper-hand in this melee!
He stands quite inert having parried the hurt
And now we look back to our man.
He clutches his fist and curses ?Fuck, my wrist!?
Could this be our hero?s last stand?
The battle was ended, our hero pretended
His loss was a meaningless scene
But we laughed to no end, when Alex our friend
Was felled by a vending machine
This one’s about my friend who got drunk, punched a vending machine as hard as he could and broke his wrist. That story should be sold to freevibe.[/quote]
Hahahaha! The ending totally caught me.
I write, i like it a lot. I do it at uni, getting good praise and grades, if anyone wants to read some stories PM me