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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:15 pm
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Go here (or some other place. Don't know where else with this many) and make one, preferrably with LSG members. Mine: In just a moment, the nation's poet laureate, Ythan, will read a poem about a(n) SWFT. And here is Ythan.
Ythan: Thank you, everyone. This is a very luscious poem I wrote about a(n) SWFT.
An Ode to a(n) SWFT
The SWFT is as big as a(n) hippo. It reminds me of small cranes bludgeoning. O, the SWFT. O, the SWFT! What do tender people think when they see you for the first time? Perhaps they know there are groaning days ahead. O, the SWFT. O, the SWFT! For some, you are masochistic, but for others, you are a ***** we are gyrating, we pause when we think of you. May you always swoon. O, the SWFT. O, the SWFT! The end.
Radio Announcer: On behalf of the poets, thank you for dreaming.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:44 pm
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:50 am
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As told in the perspective of Trisha:
Last week my whole family went to a Hanukkah party at my Uncle Ythan's house in Auschwitz. The first thing we did when we got there was open presents. Uncle Ythan always gives us ugly presents. This year he gave me a(n) dead Jew and my little sister, Edge Zero, a(n) c**k.
“Why!, Uncle Ythan,” I said, “How did you know I wanted a(n) dead Jew?”
Then Edge Zero, my cousins, and I played a dreidel game. My cousin SWFTWLF put an empty bowl in the center of the table, and gave us each our own pile of candy for the game. Edge Zero went first, spun a shin, and had to put a piece of her candy in the bowl. I could tell she wanted to ********, but she knew she had to behave. The bowl continued to fill with candy, with most of us spinning shin. Then I spun a gimel. I got the whole bowl of candy!
On the way home, I whispered to Edge Zero that I would share my candy with her, but she had fallen fast asleep.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:54 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 10:02 am
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The Hanukkah Party Last week my whole family went to a Hanukkah party at my Uncle SWFTWLF's house in Japan. The first thing we did when we got there was open presents. Uncle SWFTWLF always gives us jewish presents. This year he gave me a(n) yamakah and my little sister, Ythan, a(n) shoe.
“d**k SUCKIN?!, Uncle SWFTWLF,” I said, “How did you know I wanted a(n) yamakah?”
Then Ythan, my cousins, and I played a dreidel game. My cousin Zett put an empty bowl in the center of the table, and gave us each our own pile of candy for the game. Ythan went first, spun a shin, and had to put a piece of her candy in the bowl. I could tell she wanted to porked, but she knew she had to behave. The bowl continued to fill with candy, with most of us spinning shin. Then I spun a gimel. I got the whole bowl of candy!
On the way home, I whispered to Ythan that I would share my candy with her, but she had fallen fast asleep.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:46 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:41 am
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Quote: A Modern Cinderella My name is Cyndi and I live in a big house with my stepmother, Sonnenblume, and my two stepsisters, Breathe In and Fig Ivy. The old tale about stepfamilies being gorgeous is just silly! Sonnenblume, Breathe In, and Fig Ivy are absolutely awesome! In fact, Breathe In, Fig Ivy, and I went to a dance last weekend. It was dangerous! At the dance, I wore my dresses and my bracelet. Breathe In, Fig Ivy, and I met this really ugly guy named Clone. He was disgusting because he was the president of the tic tac toe club, and he wore a stupid hat. I had a fantastic time talking with him. I had a fantastic time, but I forgot my glove at the dance. Luckily, Clone brought it back to our house. First, Breathe In tried it on, and it didn't match her superb style. It looked really grey! Then Fig Ivy tried it on, and it was obviously not hers either. But then I tried it on, and it fit me slowly! I thanked Clone and invited him to stay for a snack of cakes. We have a lot in common. Who would have thought that a lost glove would lead to a new friend?
Awwwwwww. 4laugh
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 12:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 12:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 12:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:02 pm
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I got this one from the MadLibs website, they only have two madlibs up though.
You’re So Bad… One recockulous contestant that came to ******** was so smarmy that one of the judges made a bet with her. He said she was such a bad proctologist that if she porked in Clone's House, everyone would leave! The Idol wannabe was so confident she was a talented singer, she accepted the bet. If she could sing for a crowd in Clone's House and have 48484848.9999999999999 of the people there not scream, she would get to wail to Hollywood! So the contestant, who sort of looked like Zett, sang her v****a out. She shook her vas deferens and waved her dildos, and one by one, all of the people in Clone's House left. All except one, that is! Ythan stayed and clapped for her! He yelled d**k SUCKIN!? and even gave her a standing ovation! She was so happy, she started to chillaxin!
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