dbentley666 said...
Well, I married her for butter or for verse. She does good limericks, too.
Is she butter at limericks or haikus?

sheetsadam1 said...
There once was a dipshit named Turda,
Though English, he knew not a word of
There once was a dipshit named Turda,
Though English, he knew not a worda
He still tried to troll
But scored a self-goal
His prose, like his logic, was murda!

dbentley666 said...
Well, I married her for butter or for verse. She does good limericks, too.
There once was a dipshit named Turda,
Though English, he knew not a word of
Draft Barron Trump

Well, I married her for butter or for verse. She does good limericks, too.

You couldn't olive without her.

It's a butter pill to swallow, but she is.

Would you say she's your butter half?

Good lard, this ain't nothin'! You should see me exchanging witty banter with my wife, Margarine!

You're on a roll!

Butter in than out, I say.

It's a slippery slope.

That's a comestible situation, a very different thing.

He's trying to butter you up.

"Your emotional state is not my responsibility." – Warren Smith

Oil is fare in love and war.

That sounds like a combustible situation! How daring of you!
"Your emotional state is not my responsibility." – Warren Smith

You know I love your posts in general, but you've become Miss Popular, with your posts about conniving sexual predators masquerading as helpful shoppers in supermarkets. I'm into straight-up sex in the cooking-oils and detergent aisles.

Oh, phew! I'm so glad the feeling is mutual. What a relief.

Okay, you win. Send me a pic of you in a daringly short kilt.

I get a whole paragraph to myself, neebur
Stop fighting your feelings for me
Alba gu bràth

You were an afterthought, to be quite honest. I like your exchanges with Azn, which remind me of an inter-species ping-pong match.

This feels like a thinly disguised Hep thread
Alba gu bràth

My password is password.

They should all kts immediately
Muhammad
My password is password.