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Forums > General Discussion   Shooting the breeze...

latte sipping, doo gooding, chardonnay socialist!

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Created by log man > 9 months ago, 20 May 2011
log man
VIC, 8289 posts
20 May 2011 4:29PM
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I'm always surprised by the loopy language used by conservatives to describe people (like me). Yes, I like coffee, latte is my preferred brew but American percolated will do, as will Nescafe. Yes, I would prefer to do good rather than bad, bad's easy to do, but wouldn't anybody do good over bad? Yes, I prefer left politics over the opposite, just a note here for anyone trying to insult a "socialist". Calling someone a "socialist" is not an insult especially to a.... socialist, it's like calling a member of the greens party party..... "a conservationist". Chardonnay, nuh prefer red over white any day but if it's got alcohol content then it's not safe in my place. I'd much prefer to be called a shiraz socialist, but after a surf and a trip to the bottleshop I could also be called a Jim Beam and coke socialist or on a hot day a V.B socialist.

poor relative
WA, 9091 posts
20 May 2011 2:39PM
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I club seals.

log man
VIC, 8289 posts
20 May 2011 4:50PM
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Yes I know but do you club seals whilst sipping a cheeky, late picked sauvignon blanc?

doggie
WA, 15849 posts
20 May 2011 2:53PM
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log man said...

Yes I know but do you club seals whilst sipping a cheeky, late picked sauvignon blanc?


But why would you care what they call you? Unless its true of course

Mark _australia
WA, 22754 posts
20 May 2011 3:51PM
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poor relative said...

I club seals.


I seal clubs

working in the distribution centre for an online golf equipment retailer sucks.


Calling a memeber of the Greens a "conservationist" would be insulting. They seem to pride (no pun intended) themselves on beign less and less about conservation and more about social engineering that goes against common sense.
Land rights for gay whales

dinsdale
WA, 1227 posts
20 May 2011 4:41PM
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Mark _australia said...
Calling a memeber of the Greens a "conservationist" would be insulting. They seem to pride (no pun intended) themselves on beign less and less about conservation and more about social engineering that goes against common sense.
Land rights for gay whales

+1 The party of death - dead babies and dead oldies!

Prawnhead
NSW, 1317 posts
20 May 2011 7:17PM
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poor relative said...

I club seals.


i like dolphins ..........but i couldn't eat a whole one!!

bjw
QLD, 3655 posts
20 May 2011 7:49PM
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Saying you club seals is not cool or funny.
Unless they are those cute baby white ones.

They problem is they taste bad.

I like beer and chocolate milk. but not together.
Glad i got that off my chest.

doggie
WA, 15849 posts
20 May 2011 5:51PM
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Prawnhead said...

poor relative said...

I club seals.


i like dolphins ..........but i couldn't eat a whole one!!


They fillet up nice, or cutlets with red wine sauce as well

I hope sands dosnt read this

saltiest1
NSW, 2510 posts
20 May 2011 7:54PM
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you drink VB???? eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

doggie
WA, 15849 posts
20 May 2011 5:57PM
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saltiest1 said...

you drink VB???? eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!



Its not bad out of the tap or a stubbie but def not my first choice, luv a Stella

FormulaNova
WA, 14854 posts
20 May 2011 6:13PM
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poor relative said...

I club seals.


You've got guts! Did you see/hear what they did to Osama?

Prawnhead
NSW, 1317 posts
20 May 2011 8:18PM
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doggie said...

saltiest1 said...

you drink VB???? eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!



Its not bad out of the tap or a stubbie but def not my first choice, luv a Stella

equivalent of the beer latte doggie, what happened to Emu B?
might as well wear a pink singlet and bike pants in the front bar than order a stella at the gascoyne in Carnarvon

oliver
3952 posts
20 May 2011 7:25PM
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I don't reckon this thread will make two pages - lacks substance.

62mac
WA, 24860 posts
20 May 2011 7:30PM
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oliver said...

I don't reckon this thread will make two pages - lacks substance.


just to prove you wrong

cisco
QLD, 12349 posts
20 May 2011 11:01PM
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poor relative said...

I club seals.


Did you hear about the seal that walked into a club?

GalahOnTheBay
NSW, 4188 posts
20 May 2011 11:03PM
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62mac said...

oliver said...

I don't reckon this thread will make two pages - lacks substance.


just to prove you wrong


I think it will make it

cisco
QLD, 12349 posts
20 May 2011 11:04PM
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doggie said...
first choice, luv a Stella


Aowoooh yes!!

cisco
QLD, 12349 posts
20 May 2011 11:08PM
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bjw
QLD, 3655 posts
21 May 2011 1:10AM
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oliver said...

I don't reckon this thread will make two pages - lacks substance.


seals have an oily substance.

Are seals considered a seafood?

cisco
QLD, 12349 posts
21 May 2011 1:24AM
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bjw said...

oliver said...

I don't reckon this thread will make two pages - lacks substance.


seals have an oily substance.

Are seals considered a seafood?


Not sure about that but I believe they consider sea food food.

longwinded
WA, 344 posts
21 May 2011 1:34AM
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Like the eskimo's first car.
Breaks down, so calls the RAC.
RAC man says "Looks like you've blown a seal"
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.Eskimo replies "Nah, that's the ice cream I just had for lunch"

longwinded
WA, 344 posts
21 May 2011 1:40AM
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Nope, didn't do it and I successfully made a dick of myself. Anyway...did someone mention clubbing seals in a humourous manner?

wormy
QLD, 679 posts
21 May 2011 7:39AM
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Are seals considered a seafood?


More a Dessert.
Just like Ice Cream

bjw
QLD, 3655 posts
21 May 2011 10:10AM
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Nothing like a seal ice cream.

Has anybody ever blown a seal?

Prawnhead
NSW, 1317 posts
21 May 2011 11:08AM
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bjw said...

Nothing like a seal ice cream.

Has anybody ever blown a seal?


only the walrus that went to the tupperware party looking for a tight seal

bjw
QLD, 3655 posts
21 May 2011 11:11AM
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^nice!

62mac
WA, 24860 posts
21 May 2011 10:07AM
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Prawnhead said...

bjw said...

Nothing like a seal ice cream.

Has anybody ever blown a seal?


only the walrus that went to the tupperware party looking for a tight seal


that was good,now hows that second page looking

dinsdale
WA, 1227 posts
21 May 2011 10:35AM
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longwinded said...

Like the eskimo's first car.
Breaks down, so calls the RAC.
RAC man says "Looks like you've blown a seal"
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http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/46ec56ebc7/the-penguin-joke-and-chimpsclassic-from-clay

japie
NSW, 7033 posts
21 May 2011 2:19PM
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This should take it through to two pages and although it is off the original topic it is quite close to seals and penguins.

Logman, you are labouring under an illusion. The system is there to keep things the way they are. Identifying with any faction shows how sheltered you are.

The Ballad of Eskimo Nell
The Ballad of Eskimo Nell

Gather 'round, all you whorey,
Gather 'round, and hear my story.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue;
When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.

So pull up a chair and stand me a drink,
And a tale to you I'll tell
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell.

When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go forth in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick,
And Mexican Pete the gun.

When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Are sore, depressed and sad,
It's always a **** that bears the brunt,
But the shooting's not so bad.

Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Lived down by Dead Man's Creek,
And such was their luck that they'd had no ****
For nigh on half a week.

Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
This ****ing was mighty slow.

Dick pound on his cock with a huge piece of rock,
And he said, "I want to play!,
It's been almost a week at this ****ing creek,
With no **** coming my way!"

So, do or dare, this horny pair
Set off for the Rio Grande:
Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick,
And Pete with his gun in hand.

Then, as they blazed their noisy trail,
No man, their path withstood.
Many a bride, her husband's pride,
A pregnant widow stood.

They reached the strand of the Rio Grand
At the height of a blazing noon.
To slake their thirst, and do their worst,
They sought Black Mike's saloon.

The swinging doors they pushed back wide,
Both prick and gun flashed free.
"According to sex, you bleeding wrecks,
You'll drink or you'll **** with me!"

Now, they'd heard of the prick of Dead-Eye Dick,
From the Yukon to Panama,
So, with scarcely worse than a muttered curse,
The fellows all sought the bar.

When Dick walked in to a house of sin,
The whores all cursed their luck,
Not even a tart dared let out a fart,
When he said - "I want to ****!"

The girls they knew of his playful ways
Down on the Rio Grande,
And forty whores pulled down their drawers
At Dead-eye Dick's command.

For they saw the finger of Mexican Pete
Move on the trigger grip,
So they didn't wait and at a fearful rate
Those whores began to strip.

Now, Dead-Eye Dick was breathing quick
With lecherous snorts and grunts,
So forty butts were bared to view,
And likewise forty ****s.

Now, forty butts and forty ****s,
If you can use your wits,
And if you're slick, at arithmetic,
Makes exactly eighty tits.

Sure, eighty tits are a gladsome sight
For a man with a raging stand.
It may be rare in Berkeley Square,
But not on the Rio Grande!

Now Dead-Eye Dick had ****ed a few
On the last preceding night,
This he had done just to have some fun
And to whet his appetite.

His phallic limb was in ****ing trim.
As he backed and took a run,
He made a dart at the nearest tart,
and scored a hole in one.

The lady he bore to the dusty floor,
And there he filled her fine,
And though she grinned, it put the wind
Up the other thirty-nine.

When Dead-Eye Dick lets loose his prick,
He has no time to spare,
With speed and strength, combined with length,
He fairly singes hair.

He had made a dart at the next fair tart,
When into that harlot's hell
Strode a gentle maid who was unfraid:
Her name was Eskimo Nell.

But Dead-Eye Dick had got his prick
Well into number two,
When Eskimo Nell let out a yell.
She bawled to him, "Hey, you!"

Dick gave a flick of his muscular prick,
And the girl flew over his head,
He then wheeled about with an angry shout;
His face and his balls were red.

Nell glanced our hero up and down,
His looks she seemed to decry.
With utter scorn, she sneered at the horn
Which rose from his hairy thigh.

She blew the smoke of her cigarette
All over his steaming knob.
So utterly beat was Mexican Pete
That he failed to do his job.

It was Eskimo Nell who broke the spell
In accents clear and cool:
"You ****-struck shrimp of a Yankee pimp!
You call that thing a tool?

"If this here town can't take that down,"
She said to those cowering whores,
"There's another **** that can do the stunt,
But it Eskimo Nell's, not yours."

She dropped her garments one by one
With an air of consumate pride,
And as she stood in her womanhood,
They saw the Great Divide.

She seated herself on a table top,
Where someone had left a glass.
With a twitch of her tits, she crushed it to bits
Between the cheeks of her ass.

She flexed her knees with supple ease,
And spread her thighs apart.
With a friendly nod to the mangy sod,
She gave him the cue to start.

Now, Dead-Eye Dick knew more than one trick,
And he meant to take his time,
For a woman like this was orgasmic bliss,
So he played the pantomime.

He flexed his asshole to and fro,
And made his balls inflate,
Until they looked like the granite knobs
On the top of a palace gate.

He blew his anus inside out,
His balls increased in size,
His mighty prick grew twice as thick
And reached almost to his eyes.

He polished his dick with alcohol,
Then, to make it steaming hot,
He finished the job, when he sprinkled his knob
With a cayenne pepperpot.

Then he did neither start to run
Nor did he take a leap,
Nor did he stoop, but with a swoop
Began a steady, forward creep.

As a marksman might, he took a sight
Along his mighty tool,
And his steady grin as he pushed it in
Showed a calculated cool.

Have you ever seen the pistons
On the mighty C.P.R.,
With the driving force of a thousand horse?
Well, then you know what pistons are.

Or, you think you do, but you've yet to see
The ins and outs of the trick
Of the work that's done on a non-stop run
By a fellow like Dead-Eye Dick.

But Eskimo Nell was no infidel,
As good as a whole harem
With the strength of ten in her abdomen
And the Rock of Ages between.

With nary a scream, she could take the stream
Like the flush of a watercloset.
Now, she gripped his cock like a Chatswood Lock
On the National Safe Deposit.

But Dead-Eye Dick would not come quick,
He meant to conserve his powers,
For if he'd a mind, he'd grind and grind
For sixteen solid hours.

Nell lay a while with a subtle smile,
Then the grip of her **** grew keener,
And a squeeze of her thigh then sucked him dry
With the ease of a vacuum cleaner.

She performed this trick in a way so slick
As to set in complete defiance
The principal cause and basic laws
That govern sexual science.

She calmly rode through the phallic code
Which for years had withstood the test,
And the ancient rules of the classic schools
In a moment or two, went west.

Right here, my friend, we come to the end
Of copulation's classic:
The effect on Dick was sudden and quick
And akin to an anaesthetic.

He fell to the floor, and he knew no more,
His passions extinct and dead,
Nor did he shout as his cock fell out,
Though 'twas stripped right down to a thread.

Then, Mexican Pete did leap to his feet
To avenge his pal's affront,
With a jarring jolt of his blue-nosed Colt,
He rammed it up Nellie's ****.

He rammed it hard to the trigger guard,
Then fired two times three,
But to his surprise, Nell closed her eyes
And smiled in ecstacy.

She rose to her feet with a smile so sweet,
Then "Bully," she said, "for you.
Though I might have guessed that that was the best
That you two poor pimps could do.

"When next, my friend, that you intend
To sally forth for fun,
Buy Dead-Eye Dick a sugar stick,
And yourself an elephant gun.

"I'm going forth to the frozen North
Where the peckers are hard and strong,
Back to the land of the frozen stand
Where the nights are six months long.

"It's hard as tin when they put it in
In the land where spunk is spunk.
Not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream,
But a solid, frozen chunk.

"Back to the land where they understand
What it means to fornicate,
Where even the dead sleep two in a bed
And the babies masturbate.

"Back to the land of the grinding gland,
Where the walrus plays with his prong,
Where the polar bear wanks off in his lair,
That's where they'll sing this song.

"They'll tell this tale on the Arctic trail
Where the nights are sixty below,
Where it's so damn cold the jonnies are sold
Wrapped up in a ball of snow.

"In the Valley of Death with baited breath,
That's where they'll sing it too,
Where the skeletons rattle in sexual battle
And the rotting corpses screw.

"Back to the land where men are Men,
I'll say 'Terra Bellicum,'
And there I'll spend my worthy end,
For the North is calling: 'Come!'"

Then Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Slunk away from the Rio Grande,
Dead-Eye Dick with his useless prick,
And Pete with no gun in his hand.

When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue,
And the hole in the middle refuses to piddle,
I'd say he was ****ed, wouldn't you?

bjw
QLD, 3655 posts
21 May 2011 5:03PM
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The longest song ever since 100 bottles of beer, which is a pretty good song too.

How far till that second page?

What it's this topic about again?



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"latte sipping, doo gooding, chardonnay socialist!" started by log man