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Chimpanzee and dog workout

The dog isn't pulling his weight..

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by thegoober

submitted May 9th 2008

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Mmm. Short Shorts.
9 years ago
This is how dik warms up before driving to the beer store
9 years ago
No
9 years ago
Fine, you help him, but all the same
9 years ago
Pankun & James!
9 years ago
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim.
As should be a-lyin' in the graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in the graveyard.'

'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
Tinbone! Skinbone!
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'

Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Rover! Trover!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'

'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'

But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.

But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.

Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
Doner! Boner!
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner.... i just read this poem a few minutes ago and just decided to post it here for no paticular reason
9 years ago
Fucking cocksucker.
9 years ago
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
totally motionless except for his heart....
9 years ago
Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
She totally confused
all the passing
pirahnas.
9 years ago
then he moved and then to soon a pirahna was biting his dick off.
9 years ago
RO..
TA..
Is a mo
ron. *guitar
9 years ago
I liked it.

Caveyard! Paveyard!
9 years ago
I did too. C'mon ROTA, run with it.
9 years ago
the poem is by j.r.r tolkein
9 years ago
Which explains the high quality of the writing and the D&D subject matter.
9 years ago
japanese people are retarded! I like the chimp though...
9 years ago
Time to put the lazy dog to sleep.
9 years ago
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