Poejsic's Free Association Game

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Happy Merry

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Merry Mary. She's on the drums.

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Tempest by Pontiac.

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Washington crosses the Pontiac

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Unders are in the Wash.

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Washingstein Sows Pieces

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Pieces of pork pie.

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Delphi's pie eyes

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"Eyes up here, mister."

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Mystery At Eyes

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Mists of time.

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Moulty Fog Time Breach

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Punzie Tantoon saw what needed to be done and threw himself into the breach.

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Saw Threw, himself

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Threw himself head-long down the cellar stairs.

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The cellar stairs longingly

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Stares at her heaving breasts.

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She Heaved Stars

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She shaved her tars.

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The La Brea Star Quits

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The Al Bear Rats-Suit Quiz Show.

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The Arbor Day Christmas Tree Massacre Show

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The Harbor Midnight Mass Special

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Reddy Mass Taranto Harbor Attack

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Can't drive a railroad spike with a tack hammer.

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The Train that Could Never Find it's Track

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It rains every time I put her to the rack.

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I Rain to Track Shes

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She's into Nair.

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Nair do wells in Short Shorts

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Well I declare, she snorts.

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Claw Snorts of Stuff

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Claude Rains is tuff.

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Clogged Drains of Sludge

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Maude stained the rugs.

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Maudlin Stained Penitentiary

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Carl Malden Penetrates

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A Nosary Republic

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Nose Hair vs Pubic Hair

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Nasser's Suez Canal Crisis

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Suzey Cannot Cry

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Boozey Lucy is still not Fry

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Juicy Fashions by Dwight Frye

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Dee-Lite Dee Eisenstein

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Dee-Dee Tantoon und the Can'ts play tonight at Shemmie's.

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Lester's ShowMe's & the Tobin Spirit Toes!

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See Toby Go-Go.

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You're Name is Kunta Kinte, Get Out of Your Way

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Our Tame Aunt Kenny Has It Out.

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Our Tame Aunt Kenny Has It Out.
LOL!


Don't Be Trippin Saucer Meown't a Waiter

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Coming to a theater near you, Stintz Pauld stars in "F**k the Shit-hook Waiter" Bring the kids.

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Walter Spungrass and his Dying Breed of Flowers

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She Died at the Altar. There was no having of the cabbage rolls.

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Fatherless Cabbage Patch Dolls Made of Solent Green

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Green badge means father is thrashing Mother's Day.

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Green badge means father is thrashing Mother's Day.

Badgers Eat Green Fleas

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Flesh Tea in a Bad Glass.

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The Badlands of Banjo Gulf

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JoJo Fluff and The Blands. One night only at Shemmie's House of Groat Clusters.

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Dr Ho-hum and the Wholesome Fiber Twins. Four months only, at Collossal Dave's Mini Mart in Vegetableville.

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Timmy successfully bridled his raging turkey meatball-induced flatulence during the ride to church. One already knows what occurred by the time Father Tinse began the homily.

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Drivel coats the steely sinews that corral Timmy's mouthy digits.

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"Oh, Mimzy, your coffee always tastes like shit. What brand do you use?"

[Bloof]

Ah yes, Shem's rice pudding goes down a treat as well.

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Swell at eating and then she owned Shemp's slouch.

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Shemp, the greatest stooge, made artichoking a culinary breathe crime.

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Rebecca Mojo

[Bloof]

Shows you what i dont know.

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Shows you what i dont know.
Thanks, Bloof! Looks good!


Catch yourself a cup of NucleoExpresso at the 2050 Club with tonight's featured artist Minstrutio!

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Your welcome! Ive had a few adult bevs so......

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According to the Book of Becca, "While he excretes, he's the kinda guy who knows just what to say." I hadn't thought about it.

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Anal Annals would have been his choice of reading material. Loosely speaking, that is.

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The Lavatory His Laboratory, Porcelain Poetry, it Could Never Wait.

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Protracted expulsion of Lava after enduring "Slit Yer Own Throat Night" at Shemmie's Wing Emporium.

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After During the Aftermath, They Figured Themselves Subtractions

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Have you not a modicum of modesty, Maude? Bang the cymbals Girl!

[Bloof]

Those twiggy little children....i love their very skeletons.

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Twiggy Superstar, with Her Dehydrated Tots Singing Songs of Abject Poverty, with their new hit song: Filipino Garbage Dump Recycle Playtime Blues Super Fun!

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Larry Dump had thoughts. And on July something 1991 in The Tiki Lounge, he had one, again. He said to himself aloud, " The fulcrum upon which the universe pivots could be just a peristaltic evacuation. I' just sayin' ". Then he puked down the front of his trousers... I liked him for that.

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Hickory Dumpty Fell Off the Wall. Horses of Men Tried to Place Hickory Inside Gorbachev's Mind.

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Pedophilia prompts penile pyrotechnics.

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Probiotic Ro Ro Robotiotic Rubber Belly Insomniatic

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Cherry Black Reads Her Hearth's Memoir: Fireside Chats with My Pal Pippi Cornpoppins

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Pippi Cornpoppins roasted up nicely having sat for too long.

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Chestnuts Broasting in a Pressure Cooker, Jack Frost Nibbling at Your Ears

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THE NIBBLE: After receiving my own extravaganza, I decided that it was best to allow my contacts to conduct surveillance in regard to Sculpt. Here's what: according to my source, this guy likes Shemp as the best Stooge, and enjoys a good cup of coffee, as long as it isn't instant coffee. I was thinking that he was clean until the coffee thing. Everybody likes instant. Now, I dunno about this guy.

[Bloof]

To know Sculpt is to love him. I find him amusing, unevolved, a bit paranoid and friendly to a fault. I too will never know the joy of having a coffee with him as I only drink tea.

[Sculpt]

THE NIBBLE: After receiving my own extravaganza, I decided that it was best to allow my contacts to conduct surveillance in regard to Sculpt. Here's what: according to my source, this guy likes Shemp as the best Stooge, and enjoys a good cup of coffee, as long as it isn't instant coffee. I was thinking that he was clean until the coffee thing. Everybody likes instant. Now, I dunno about this guy.
LIES! I've never even been to the Internet!
To know Sculpt is to love him. I find him amusing, unevolved, a bit paranoid and friendly to a fault. I too will never know the joy of having a coffee with him as I only drink tea.
I've switched to tea. But no instant!

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Peanut Butter Plays a Solid Tune, Carver Wendel Homeless Blues.

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Joan "Giblets" Tantoon attempted to become a member of the Qweef Club. The weekly meetings there conflicted with her Tuesday Evening Civil Club schedule. Joan had to choose. I liked to think that she could see her future. Then.

[Morningriser]

I am the last living Civil War veteran

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The Future waits at No One's door, but opens up to those who listen with panting ears.

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After being tried and convicted for making the worst coffee in town, Midge imagined a different fate. She considered an outcome in which she stood at the alter and married Hal from across the street. Everyone from Lynnwood to Fairhope would attend, and her canker wouldn't ooze. She gave these things some thought while she Q-tipped her ears.

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The wood chuck would not chew wood by the cusp of Budd's chewy forest without filling the pit with amalgam.

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Pindo Alvarez went through the sixth grade with me. He was the type of person who couldn’t be bothered. His Poppy was so affluent that when the Mummenschan arrived riding bareback on the Liebensteiner ponies, he was nonplussed. I thought I saw God just hearin’ about it. We were poor. We never saw ponies before. Pindo was a prick bastard. And then some.

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Judith sashayed forward into another meaningless day. She tugged primly at her white gloves, stood for a minute and turned right. Judith had loftier expectations than what turning left could have offered. Today she was seeing her dentist, Budd.

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Judith sashayed forward into another meaningless day. She tugged primly at her white gloves, stood for a minute and turned right. Judith had loftier expectations than what turning left could have offered. Today she was seeing her dentist, Budd.
When I had the fortune to be in in Judith's company, she allowed me to become privy to some minor details pertaining to her everyday existence. I came to understand that her tea cups were green and her ass was made of lemons. You could hear her all night when she spoke of food recipes and cement having been poured just down the street.

[Bloof]

I had such a cute turn of words for this and i forgot it. #oldpeopleproblems

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I went to excess with libations. I lost my way. Judith let me lay my head on her lap while I sobered-up. She pulled hard on her bourbon, and then whisper-talked so softly to me and said, "The umbilical, the parent, and the prom. The slice of the portion you had was blood-red in the urine from the brown in the flask. The angel comes with breast, breath, and that dream at last." Sometimes, angels come down.

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Little droplets of bourbon-laced spit sporadically found their way upon his face...his eyes closed til quite unexpectly, out popped her freshly minted filling. Budd's handiwork landed where the eye meets the bridge of the nose and nestled there. Quite pretty really.

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I couldn't lift my head. As she used vintage curse-words to refer to Budd in a fashion that stunned me in regard to her creative use of the art of vulgarity, she told me about the time she resigned her commission on the submarine. She went on to provide me with details of her stint as a librarian. It seems that she fell hard for the janitor there.

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Vivian was a librarian consciously. But subconsciously she was fathoms below the surface, cruising moxie knots. Sometimes, when I would look over my deluxe Dewy Decimal card, to gaze at Vivian, I could see her eyes piercing through her mind-feel periscope.

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The same window. The same seat at the kitchen table. The same coffee cup emptied of endless cups of coffee. I knew that if I waited long enough, it would have to come out of the cornfield.

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Coffee became extinct after the last Peruvian ice shave last week. All coffee slurps are now made of maze, straight from the Iowan cornfields. Just add spoon.

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Budd stopped by the corner diner to purchase his first coffee of the day. Budd had corncob teeth and whenever he smiled his creepy smile, Cora wanted to wretch. "For fuck's sake Budd, a toothbrush wouldnt go unloved."

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We weren't going to extend all that... they got theirs, and we pay taxes, and they should have known better, they didn't get to be 600lbs by accidentally sipping someone else's cup at the party, you know what I mean? But if they can lose 25lbs is 30 days, then we can sacrifice some time and dough to show some love and save the life of a family member.

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And then there was the time when everyone on Speer St. had ice cream cones which they held upside down and yelled into them. I hid then, too. I like to blame it on Budd.

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If you were an icecream cone, first I would tell your parents. Then I would put you in the freezer, to keep you from... to keep you from... from melting. But being to the freezer wouldn't keep you from being eaten. But that might be the least of your problems. You'd be in the most horrible state of isolation. No lights, no one to talk to... you can't even move. I think you might want to try... melting. It's another state. Don't be afraid. Forty thousand cones and cups every day. More cowbell.

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The shoes that my soul is wearing are being held on by duct tape. My middle parts all feel like they are sinking inside. I found a phone booth with coins on the floor in the urine. This is my best night. Her number is part of my brainstem. If the deities are with me, she'll answer the phone.

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Her kitchen and the Pyrex collection. The harvest wheat and the green. The short sun coughs behind the grey. The Pyrex again, and there's one making thick coffee on the counter-top. This has the same odor as a tape recorder and god's bicycle horn. I've applied a little bauxite behind the ears. There is a smell of aluminum while a man with a speech impediment is putting siding on the house. I'll hide again.

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Borax bleach kills mice and chickletts dead. Don't ape, pipe or cash with Coronet paper plate users. Orville, the name you trust. It's the land before time forgot.

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The depths of the earth broke open, releasing the waters of the deep, sweeping a wall of ocean across the electricity machine of humankind. It steamed, it seeped, it spewed radiation into the air, glucked grainey globs on the farms, stained the houses and saturated the suchi. But man discovered the egg, his neighbors and the flame of the candle.

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After pushing B14 ,Stortch Pandoon kicked the juker in 'Jack's by the Tracks Lounge' in West Newton, Pa. on Cristmas Eve 1961. "Good-bye My Fancy", by Stinch and the Stained came up. Stortch asked Pat to turn up the volume, a request with which she had come to harbor disdain. "My tits for someone to not ask me for something.", she would often say. B14. I guess we shouldn't push that button.

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Enter the 'Who Qweefed on the Holiday?' contest below. Winners will be announced at a later date.

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I think it was the christmas tree.

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The loam was sinuous with blood stains. So I went in there and sinned. Like everyone else, I had heard of the legend of Sasha Bobby and his Swiss Army Enema Bag with its listed 57 uses ."Both professional and amateur usage." is allegedly written in the accompanying brochure. Sasha Bobby..., he had an enema bag. Who knew?

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Stoon Palipz took a hard pull on his Scotch and water. He was trying to find some comfort from the bottle and forget about that Christmas night in 1989. The snow was doing the big flake thing then, all dancing around the street lights like small ships in a storm out at sea. He stared into the morass of imitators of stars against the street lights. Stoon waxed all philosophical as 'Whore Masters in Space' starring John Agar was screened on WIIC. "I can still remember that night in Venice when I held Topo Gigio for ransom.", he said to his fifth wife Gladys. "My dreams need me more than I need my dreams.", she responded. " Now go to sleep."

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Twinbags Colombo courted the elegant Jackie Molasses in hopes of sailing the ocean blue on the Pinto Marie to find the rumored homeland of the Spicey People.

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What the Lino Says Back to Me at 3:00 AM

Overheard at Shemmie’s aka (There's Something in Your Bluebird)

Spee Ungle swore to me that he overheard elements of a conversation that would titillate and amuse. I was annoyed by the globs of sweat on his forehead as he informed, “I slept like a dog last night.”

He hoisted his pilsner to his lips as I provided a rejoinder. “You’re saying that you were sleeping all lonesome and afraid with a relentless hard-on. Cryssakes, Spee. I can remember when your words could still talk, and now you’ve come to this. It’s' log', not 'dog', you fuck. By the way, some passersby were heard saying things about you and the corsair.”

Spee pulled up some spine and opined with his breath and his lips and his pieces-of-corn teeth. All too close and rubbing up against he said,

“The corsair and the whispering mad-house effect, and then they tell ya that ya gotta go. She never thought. She never remembered my time in the whispering place. For the love of all that is holy, my mind allots too much time to itself. No thinking is better. Heart is better. Life will always chase itself like the puppy and her tail.”

I pulled hard into my toasted cheese on wheat and considered casket linings for the rich

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It's "Stool Night" at Bobby's. You gotta bring your own stool. I've never attended this type of theme night before, so I'm uncertain if patrons are required to bring furniture or a sample of their own poop. I'm betting on the poop thing, so my suggestion is that those who plan to attend work up a good one and dump it in a zip-lock bag. When you arrive, it's probably best to just hand the bag to the bartender in order to be eligible for drink specials. I understand that Feces Joe turned down the request to be guest bartender in order to attend court mandated drug rehab, so he's gonna miss out on one of his favorite theme nights. Returning for another run is "Bowels-so-Foul and the Pit-Tones" Get your bags ready in advance so you don't have to wrench one out in the parking lot.

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It's "Seduce Feces Joe Night" at Bobby's. None of that predictable touching or lubing is involved. All that stuff has become rather vapid in a world where excitement has been reduced to endless lines of sheeple following one another, nose to bunghole. What Joe is craving is what folks who dwell under bridge abutments call "the real thing". All drinks are served frozen, in plastic "push up" fashion. All "finger foods" are served on the heaving breasts of "Miss Lily "Piscatonni, a geriatric exotic dancer who has agreed to work "for tips". Drink specials include "The Auger", "Shaved Labia", "Tonsil Tingler" and "Don't Touch Me There". All meals come complete with phallic-inspired utensils. Tumescence of any degree is not tolerated and offenders are thrown head-long down a flight of stairs in order to dissuade such physical reactions. Feces Joe is the only exception to this rule. After all, participants are trying to seduce him. A contest is held to see who can inspire Feces Joe to produce a hard-on, without touching him, while he is seated in stall #1 in the mens room. The winner gets a burned DVD copy of "Behind the Green Door" and all the Don't Touch Me Theres they can handle. There is usually a good crowd for this one, so alternative parking is provided in the Latchkey Funeral Home parking lot across the street. If anyone tries to give you any sh** about parking there, just tell 'em, "I'm going to give Feces Joe a boner." They'll know what ya' mean. There is a small cover charge.

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Once Budd wrapped his soup-coolers around life's popsicle, he went the other way. His closest friends, acquaintances, and even his biological mother thought he was someone else. He enrolled in a projectile-vomiting class, he combed his pubic hair, he told everyone about it, he was not the only one in the world who buttered the bread before putting it in the toaster and thusly causing an electrical accident that killed Auntie. Budd's soup-coolers and his combing. I never really liked him much.

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I feel as if I have been too harsh in regard to Budd. However, I still harbor a cultivated disdain for him. His ability to predict his next paristolic evacuation coupled with a penchant for announcing the same often left me cold. When asked to speak at his wake, I offered the following:

"As I surrender my world, a lozenge is a 'drop', no one has a telephone mounted on their kitchen wall. I can't say 'good morning' without being maligned. The use of a turn-signal is a lost art. And I have it out under my coat."

This was the best I could offer considering I didn't really like the guy.

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They were ready for doing the nothing. Flapjack style. They planned it all week. And now it's going down. You could join them. If you could do that little.

[Poejsic]

Timmy thought about the 'continue the story thread' and then said to no one, "My scolded resurrection came all throbish and with cheap coffee. I didn't say a word".

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THE BAND

Day 4: Since Moogie was electrocuted at our second time playing out, we decided to rename the band. We are now "John Wild's Racing Pigs" We plan to do a tribute show for Moog this Saturday at The Turtle's Mud in Monessen. We kept most of his equipment. He would have wanted it this way. Moog...we hardly knew ye.
I've become indifferent to my indifference. Now I'll never go home.

Day 5: We sold most of Moog's equipment. He would have wanted it this way. We're nearly ready for Saturday. During the night, Raul passed in his sleep. In his memory, we renamed the band. We are now "All-Out Daddy und The Entrails" Raul would have wanted it this way. Raul's primo Lora will be filling in on bass.

Day 6: The Moog tribute show and extravaganza sold out. The fire warden intervened when the crowd swelled to more than 16 persons. Sal Tantoon, our drummer for more than 30 days, perished on stage while attempting to repair the very same circuit miasma that took Moog so long ago. In his honor, we have renamed the band

DAY 8: 'The First Time I Saw A Spork' premiered @ Lansing's Riot in Irwin last night. It's the way Lora would have wanted it. She fell head-long down the stairs in the parking garage on Tenth and Ferta while going for the van. Her primo Dujuang will fill in on bass. I think Jova, the new drummer wants to change the name of the band. I'm up. She brought on expensive equipment and a aether phone/etherophone. She has a cousin who plays upright organ. Maybe she'll work out.

Day 9: 'The Fulcrum Upon Which the Future is Pivoting and Timmy' packed the house at The Domino in McKeesport tonight. I went for the Tortured Ravine Special during Timmy's quitar solo. When I came back, the owner was chasing us out the door with an ax in his hand. I don't think they want to resign us. Maybe we should change the name of the band. I dunno.

We held hands at Timmy's funeral. We vowed to one another that we would forever keep the name of the band 'The Fulcrum Upon Which the Future is Pivoting and Timmy'. The next day we hired another bass player named Timmy. She expired within hours of meeting the rest of the band. The EMT (his name was Timmy) said," she died of fright." (I don't know what that means, but I think I would like to die of it.)

We violated the vow. But still. Now we're 'Labe Afrikaner und Timmy'. (We don't have a Timmy in the band but we thought it would be nice to pay tirbute to our last Timmy. She only lasted for moments, but still.) Our new CD just released this week. "Cleat, Nothin' But" which includes most of the following cuts:
1) My Dentist
2) She Wore Cleats
3)She Shunned Cleats
4)Her Sister's Cleat

[Poejsic]

THE BAND (cont.)

I steeled-up. I had to offer some semblance of order in the band. I was the worst person for the job. It was time to change the name of the band. We hadn't done it since the Timmy. "Felipe's Pussy Has Sideburns" seemed to reflect our thing at the time. We had hired Lorna Garber's daughter, Lorna Garber on keyboards. She actually looked like Yoko, no shit. I knew it wouldn't last, but before we broke up and renamed the band, we Youtubed “Chanteuse Services by Triple Louise" in which Lorna seemed to be channeling Bette Davis, Carmen Miranda, and Marlene Deitrich all at the same time, again. We killed.

[Bloof]

THE BAND (cont.)

I steeled-up. I had to offer some semblance of order in the band. I was the worst person for the job. It was time to change the name of the band. We hadn't done it since the Timmy. "Felipe's Pussy Has Sideburns" seemed to reflect our thing at the time. We had hired Lorna Garber's daughter, Lorna Garber on keyboards. She actually looked like Yoko, no shit. I knew it wouldn't last, but before we broke up and renamed the band, we Youtubed “Chanteuse Services by Triple Louise" in which Lorna seemed to be channeling Bette Davis, Carmen Miranda, and Marlene Deitrich all at the same time, again. We killed.



Been a minute...

[Sculpt]

Being an hour

[Poejsic]

Len sidled up and settled into the stool next to me. I hadn't seen him since "Strangulation Night at Bobby's". The leather on the stool made its leather-fart sound as he adjusted his ass. The bar was half empty. He could have seated himself anywhere else and it would have been fine with me. "Dear God, please don't let him start with the tales of woe", I thought as pulled on my gin and ginger. The ice in my glass hadn't even stopped doing their jingling when I heard him take in a deep breath. He was gonna start talking. Before he could speak, I gave him this. "Len, last night I lashed myself to the helm, as I sensed it was time to become undone. That is nothing compared to what is going to happen if you attempt to tell me another cat story." I stared him down until he took a seat in one of the booths. Problem was solved. Next.

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Len sat down across from me in my booth, which is shaped like two licorice incisors facing each other. He had a tall glass of Anisette, but his continence was not as sweet. Before Len opened his mouth to bemuse me with fresh frisky stories of his lolcat, I said to him, "Lenmussen! I have to tell you, last night I lashed myself at my helm. Then I lashed myself at the bow, at stern, in the mess hall, and then lashed myself ever so slightly just before my long late night shift at the helm of the ship. There, I latched myself to the helm, because I was expecting some rough seas, and I didn't want to get blown overboard."

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lash·ing
/ˈlaSHiNG/
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noun
plural noun: lashings
1.
an act or instance of whipping.
"I threatened to give him a good lashing!"





2.
a cord used to fasten something securely.

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transitive verb

lashed, lash·ing, lash·es
To secure or bind, as with a rope, cord, or chain.

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::big grin:: I know you were using lashing correctly. I know the definition and that 'lashed myself to the helm' is a common phrase used for centuries, I've read and heard it many times. I even looked it up before my prose for a little research. I was just humoring myself with how lashing could be misunderstood in the modern vernacular.

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Understood, Ed. Just working off some humor off of your humor. I appreciate your input. Len. He has always been the loquacious one. Perhaps we should get together and visit Len on "Throttle Len Night at Bobby's"

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Poohdawg the Clown joined Hufflepuff. It wasn't the affluent house. But he knew what sort of sorcerers to sort out, sort of. His mother was a clown. And a damn good one. But what a wizard his father was. He could ride those coattails, or fit as many as possible in that car. So why not join his buddy, Mowgli, who was left outside, and raised by the jungle wizards? Better halfblooded than be tainted by Kaa in Slytherin.

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Snowing like crazy in Pittsburgh, Pa. " Le Tits Now"

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It's getting cold, down by the banks of the Ohio. That's where I took my love to stroll, down beside where the ice does flow. She will not open up to me. Says she can only offer company. Three months same, she stills comes over. If I reach out, then I'm the bother.

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Shent Tantoon und his sister Elaine watched and re-watched "Shemmie's Jail Bait" to such an extent that they both forgot to take in sustenance. Shent would explain, saying, "If this is my first time being here, then I am destined to become everyone. If it is my last time to be here, then I am finally no one. Ecstasy."

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Shemp Drastictown und his yin Venus couple-two-tree saw Beautiful Three Branch Bud beyond chow time. Sam Sara Alpha, Sam Sara Omega, Obliteration.

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Last night, there was a guy in my living room in a guillotine and on fire. In an effort to make him feel comfortable, I let him change the station on the radio. He went for the baseball playoffs. I had to insist on classical music. Moon all crying like something that was just born, weeping and mourning. Another sun, all new and prickly.

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The moon rolled off the sky loafing into the soft water paradise of palm trees and spewing pumpkin spice, smushing the last tiny bubbles of wine that made him happy.

[Poejsic]

He emerged from the putrid sludge within the pages that he wrote. He took Sleep for tens of Her years. He looked down at his trousers. He had it out. In church. Dog with bi-lateral lisp says, "Wooth".

[Poejsic]

As she horked upon my opera slippers, the gravity of the situation caused me to be reminded of the time she offered me tonic and tit. I swooned at the end.

I was there when they installed the statue of liberty, I took a bullet for john lennon. I took a submarine for ringo. I was there when you mother stated you. I was bloody, purple and sad.