#farting
Farting Frank used ****
rather furtively
A real Frank-furter Farter
was he.
But mellifluous Maeve
she'd **** loudly all day
She couldn't care less
what came out of her derriere.
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Whenever you ****
Just think about all the things
That you ate today
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
the universe is a big ********
that farts electro-magnetic x-rays
that can only be smelled by a
another universe that is a giant
nose;
"This is telling us the black hole
feeding rate is controlling the
strength of the jet it produces,"
Pasham said in a statement.
"A well-fed black hole produces a
strong jet, while a malnourished
black hole produces a weak jet
or no jet at all.
This is the first time we've seen a
jet that's controlled by a feeding
supermassive black hole."
"We know that the radio waves
are coming from really energetic
electrons that are moving in a
magnetic field — that is a
well-established process,"
Pasham said. "The debate has been,
where are these really energetic
electrons coming from?"
One possibility is that, in the moments
following the stellar explosion, a shock
wave moves outward, energizing the
plasma particles and causing them to
emit radio waves.
Let's say the universe is a stinky tail;
who would want to be next to a black
hole farting & burping through space
& time & stinking up all known being
what God the Father's nose is waiting
around for a single eruption or many
that wafts through the room when his
***** cuts loose something akin to an
atomic bomb on a supermassive scale
what God the father indeed; what son
pulls his finger to get the cosmic joke
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Hot Jazz, subsonic blasts!
My whoopee cushions deflating fast!
Rumble squeaks, the but kazoo,
cheeky flappers 2 by 2!
So toot your horns and raise a glass,
for trouser dancing's such a gas!
At the soggy bottom dew.
( )*( )
https://youtu.be/iSGzMaSgws4
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Another poem from the pen of my alter ego Barry Hodges
Half asleep, I sense you rise from the bed
Where we have shared love's passion,
Your sweaty body glistening as the dawn's early light
Peeks through the curtains of our ensuite bedroom.
O! To think that our great love affair must end
Now that your husband has threatened
To asphyxiate your six dear children
If you do not cast me aside like a worn out shoe.
And when I awake fully I find you gone forever,
The only souvenir of our last night together
Being a small squashed **** lying on the stained bedlinen.
O! How can I ever forget such a tragic awakening?
*FOOTNOTE
[I knew from bitter experience of similar occurrences that dear old Mrs Bloggs (Seaview Bijou B&B;, The Esplanade, Ramsgate, Kent) was bound to make a hefty surcharge to disinfect the bedding thoroughly. What an unromantic old ***** she was, may she rot in Hell forever.]*
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
Falling in love is weird
Because at first you don't expect
Anything except for passion
And romance
And story book perfection
But when you fall head over heels for someone
Someday things are going to move
Beyond
Beyond kissing, and hot touches
Sometime things are going to move
To laughing openly
And fighting
Using hard words you never thought you would
Farting during the most
Intimate moments
Teasing
Playing
Falling in love is weird
Because when I was younger
I pictured
White weddings, and chapels
I pictured hand holding, and snuggling in bed
I pictured kissing, and romantic candle lit dinners
But when I fell in love
I didn't think of
***** laundry, or morning breath
I never pictured the messy wax residue left from candles
Or the dishes
But I guess there are things
You don't expect
When you fall in love
But when you find them
It's a little bit better
Because I'd rather wash your ***** underwear
Than anyone else's
And that's love
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC