On Apr 26, 2:12*pm, Rusty_Hinge
wrote:

But he's still up for caithris na h-oidhche..."

Is that anything like Houghmagandie?


Hey!,

The Phantom Piper

On Apr 26, 2:12*pm, Rusty_Hinge
wrote:
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On Apr 26, 1:49*pm, The Phantom Piper
wrote:
On Apr 26, 12:03*pm, Rusty_Hinge
wrote:

Now that is a blatant inversion,
To make such a curious aspersion:
The imputing of 'head'
Was started by Fred,
And now he's attempting diversion.

Poor Fred's at the end of his rope!
(He's always been sort of a dope.)
He can't make a rhyme
To buy him some time,
So he's finding it harder to cope.

His neurons won't make a connexion
Conducive to mental advection;
He struggles, but finds
That far better minds
May be found in amoebic infection!

A-Mused,

The Phantom Piper
Still not up to James Hogg's spencarian sonnets.

When the lassies see Rusty come by
Ye'll hear every one o' them cry:
"Och, aye, to be sure,
He's awfy mature,
But he's still up for caithris na h-oidhche..."


Eckshully they say, "Rusty where's yer troozers"

- nilita

Rusty_Hinge wrote:

:The message
:from Fred J. McCall contains these words:
: Rusty_Hinge wrote:
: :The message
: :from Fred J. McCall contains these words:
: :
: : And poor Rusty goes on and on about how 'heavy' his 'rope' is.
: :
: : Poor boy seems obsessed with it...
: :
: :The rope Rusty has isn't narrow,
: :It's almost as thick as a marrow:
: :To move it around
: :Our hero has found
: :It helps if he has a large barrow.
: :
:
: For Rusty his 'rope' is his 'thing',
: It's really just a bit of string.
: He thinks that it's massive
: But the ladies are passive.
: Oh my, how that really must sting.
:
:I'm afraid Fred McCall can't write verse,
:It should scan, and his doesn't: what's worse
:He reverses his 'scope
:To look at my rope,
:His envy, it seems, to disperse.
:

The King of the Rhyme, that's our Rusty.
His prose makes him sound like he's lusty.
With his limp little string
He just can't do a thing,
Like the eunuchs, this makes him quite trusty.

Rusty_Hinge wrote:

:The message
:from Fred J. McCall contains these words:
: Rusty_Hinge wrote:
: :The message
: :from Fred J. McCall contains these words:
: : The Phantom Piper wrote:
: : :On Apr 26, 6:20*am, Rusty_Hinge
: : :wrote:
: : :
: : : Shall I demonstrate the Indian rope trick with it?
: : :
: : :
: : :Can you _really_ make him disappear?!
: : :
: : :
: : :Playing For The Cobra,
: : :
: : :The Phantom Piper
: : :
: :
: : And now Phartman Pooper is trying to help Rusty 'get it up'.
: :
: : Perhaps these two should just get a room?
: :
: :"Inuendo," said Fred J. MacCall,
: :"Distracts them from guessing I'm small."
: :As he hasn't a hope
: :Of matching my rope,
: :He'll have to inflate his one ball.
: :
:
: Poor Rusty is obsessed with sex.
: On his Johnson a witch placed a hex.
: Now it's tiny and shriveled
: While his verbiage is driveled
: And his life is a series of wrecks.
:
:Now that is a blatant inversion,
:To make such a curious aspersion:
:The imputing of 'head'
:Was started by Fred,
:And now he's attempting diversion.
:

Poor Rusty goes on with his puling,
While he brags of his family jewelling.
He's just jealous, in fact,
Of the nookie he lacked,
From the inadequacy of his tooling.

The message
from The Phantom Piper contains these words:
On Apr 26, 2:12*pm, Rusty_Hinge
wrote:

But he's still up for caithris na h-oidhche..."

Is that anything like Houghmagandie?


Hey!,

Roll in the Hey!?

Tha faisge.

--
Rusty
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
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from "La N." contains these words:

/snip/

(Oops!)

Eckshully they say, "Rusty where's yer troozers"

"Say, buddy, what's worn under the kilt?"

"Naethin' - it's a' in perrrrfect worrrrkin' orrrrderrrr!"

--
Rusty
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
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