HarryHill
Hairy fucker
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- Jul 13, 2012
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Chipbutty? Is that you? Where you put your poems these days?
Is the guy who writes all alliteration all the time still around? He was a nice guy.
it's her
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Chipbutty? Is that you? Where you put your poems these days?
Is the guy who writes all alliteration all the time still around? He was a nice guy.
helloChipbutty? Is that you? Where you put your poems these days?
Is the guy who writes all alliteration all the time still around? He was a nice guy.
yer rootin' tootin' it's meit's her
yer rootin' tootin' it's me
Rooty tooty Chipbooty
Righto. It is time for me to start shouldering my burden on the site.
Now, what was everyone saying?
Ah yes, this business about cliques.
Well, in the spirit of those bygone American settlers, moving westwards and bringing peace to the warring Indian tribes in the interior, I too wish to serve. Like our great leaders, I want to bring peace where there was strife, justice where there was injustice and war where there was peace.
Let me shyly submit these lines to you and may I dedicate them to those brave pilgrims and pioneers mentioned above.
Conspiracy Theory
You know I’m no conspiracy nut.
I have this theory see. About Angeline,
Butters, Harry, Tristesse, maybe more.
Who all appear all at once
You never see just the one.
Like Clark Kent and Superman
(But the other way).
They all say the same.
Their views all chime.
I have realised the plot.
It’s just one man
Or woman – see even I’m confused.
Their interplay is the acme of the art.
And if he (or is it she) is feeling down
And really just wants to let off spleen,
Why Twelveoone appears – cape in hand.
OK folks. So I have done my best to pour oil on troubled fires. Now, while I fondly imagine that all my other poems are unbelievably good, even I do not think that this is that wonderful as a poem. So - possibly some of these persons (sorry person) may not wish to comment. However, if any do want to, please, please do not hold back from criticising these humble verses out of any misplaced consideration for my delicate feelings.
I am left with the question, should I submit my petit oeuvre (should it be petite?) or should I make another appointment with that nice doctor who smiles a lot and gives me all those yummy pills?
PS My apologies to any names I may have inadvertently omitted
Righto. It is time for me to start shouldering my burden on the site.
Now, what was everyone saying?
Ah yes, this business about cliques.
Well, in the spirit of those bygone American settlers, moving westwards and bringing peace to the warring Indian tribes in the interior, I too wish to serve. Like our great leaders, I want to bring peace where there was strife, justice where there was injustice and war where there was peace.
Let me shyly submit these lines to you and may I dedicate them to those brave pilgrims and pioneers mentioned above.
Conspiracy Theory
You know I’m no conspiracy nut.
I have this theory see. About Angeline,
Butters, Harry, Tristesse, maybe more.
Who all appear all at once
You never see just the one.
Like Clark Kent and Superman
(But the other way).
They all say the same.
Their views all chime.
I have realised the plot.
It’s just one man
Or woman – see even I’m confused.
Their interplay is the acme of the art.
And if he (or is it she) is feeling down
And really just wants to let off spleen,
Why Twelveoone appears – cape in hand.
OK folks. So I have done my best to pour oil on troubled fires. Now, while I fondly imagine that all my other poems are unbelievably good, even I do not think that this is that wonderful as a poem. So - possibly some of these persons (sorry person) may not wish to comment. However, if any do want to, please, please do not hold back from criticising these humble verses out of any misplaced consideration for my delicate feelings.
I am left with the question, should I submit my petit oeuvre (should it be petite?) or should I make another appointment with that nice doctor who smiles a lot and gives me all those yummy pills?
PS My apologies to any names I may have inadvertently omitted
You lost me at left of spleen.
I got a real gripe:
The submissions page cannot contain long titles.
I just submitted something called THE MILF, THE BITCH, THE PSYCHOBITCH which will appear as THE MILF, THE BITCH, THE PSYCHOBITC
I tried to edit and re-submit but that's even worse as the word "EDITED" has to be included on the edited version.
What can I do about that?
Is that like East of Eden?
Yes, but to get there you must take Exit 122 South under the Bile Duct.
Yes, but to get there you must take Exit 122 South under the Bile Duct.
Off the Garden State Parkway, no doubt.
Righto. It is time for me to start shouldering my burden on the site.
Now, what was everyone saying?
Ah yes, this business about cliques.
Well, in the spirit of those bygone American settlers, moving westwards and bringing peace to the warring Indian tribes in the interior, I too wish to serve. Like our great leaders, I want to bring peace where there was strife, justice where there was injustice and war where there was peace.
Let me shyly submit these lines to you and may I dedicate them to those brave pilgrims and pioneers mentioned above.
Conspiracy Theory
You know I’m no conspiracy nut.
I have this theory see. About Angeline,
Butters, Harry, Tristesse, maybe more.
Who all appear all at once
You never see just the one.
Like Clark Kent and Superman
(But the other way).
They all say the same.
Their views all chime.
I have realised the plot.
It’s just one man
Or woman – see even I’m confused.
Their interplay is the acme of the art.
And if he (or is it she) is feeling down
And really just wants to let off spleen,
Why Twelveoone appears – cape in hand.
OK folks. So I have done my best to pour oil on troubled fires. Now, while I fondly imagine that all my other poems are unbelievably good, even I do not think that this is that wonderful as a poem. So - possibly some of these persons (sorry person) may not wish to comment. However, if any do want to, please, please do not hold back from criticising these humble verses out of any misplaced consideration for my delicate feelings.
I am left with the question, should I submit my petit oeuvre (should it be petite?) or should I make another appointment with that nice doctor who smiles a lot and gives me all those yummy pills?
PS My apologies to any names I may have inadvertently omitted
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Dear butterslike most conspiracy theories, it's gotta lotta holes too many to hold water.
Dear butters
Staying in role: AH, but THAT is what the authorities ALWAYS say (note use of capitals).
Slipping out of role, of course it is rubbish. Total rubbish.
But... (and this is the beauty of conspiracy theories) can you actually PROVE that you are different people?
of course.
do i plan to? can't be arsed
trouble with your theory was not so much the multiple-personas as in the declaration that we all agreed and said the same. pfft - that sunk it as soon as it sailed
i forgot i just posted thisNot only can I prove it, but so can I.
i forgot i just posted this
oops
I sw... I mean, you switch accounts pretty fast, too!
I heard that you once paid 3 bookkeepers to debit your credits until all that was left in the balance was eighteen personalities. This from an original share count of 42, proving that 42 was not the answer for everything, but instead a factor of nothing at all.meh, simplicity itself
a bank of pc's, all logged in under different i.d's... a swivel chair, a streak of megalomania and an underground bunker.......... if only i weren't so lazy
rumours. so easy to start