What do y'all think Sarah's tits feel like?

now you can discuss!!

If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em!

(Shut up, you damn fool!)

*raises shirt*

unbelievable.

I suppose I should be satisfied that it is at least grammatically educational.

Ode to the Spell Checker
Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marks four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.

Stoetzle, '02.

( STOP IT, ZEN! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!)

Linda started it...

(There are several poets on this forum. What if they all started submitting poetry?)

Maybe we could change our name to "Ask a Drunken Poet"?

(Have you, in your drunken stupor, given any consideration to what would happen if Aimless got loose?)

Ahm...He would write a poem about Sara's tits?

(Aimless? Pay no attention to this idiot. He is pissed as a fart.)

I doubt that you could understand
How soft they seem, how sweet, how grand,
Nor how they grew, unsought, unplanned,

Nor how they dominate the land
From Timbuktu to Samarkand.
Or so it seems to Esteban.

If other women's breasts are pleasing,
Sarah's twain are ultra-teasing.
Jiggling like jello haltered,
Causing Esteban to falter,

His brain turned into jellyfish -
Bedazzled and with but one wish,
The wish to grab, to grip, to grasp,
To fondle with her bra unclasped

Those orbs so lovely and so nippled.
Our Esteban is fairly crippled
With desire for those two things
That Sarah carries in nylon slings.

What do you think of THAT, Mr. BUTTEZ?

Bring your english/lit professor in here and we'll educate HIM.

If Aimless has not astounded you properly, perhaps we could convince Mr. Waterfield to come fourth.
(The topic, Mike, is Sara's tits. I know you know that but I reiterate for people like Rex and Mike Morris who tend to doze off and awaken with a keyboard impression on their foreheads.}

Too bad Dude Steel ain't in on this...His computer died, the rumors that he killed it are totally unfounded...We had a funeral. It was sad but beautiful in a perverse way. I cried all the way to the pub.
*snif* I'll never forget the image of him lying on the pool table, fondling the balls. Just as we were beginning to have a REALLY good time, his wife came in and slapped the hell out of all of us. Out of spite, no one would tell her where his pants were.

Could I have a Guiness this time?

That damned Kool-Aid just seems inapropriate for a man my age.

Why not leave such luscious thought
To private affairs and day dreams short?
A boyfriend has this Sarah girl,
So what's the true motive of Esteban's hurl?

This might be fair had she laughed at his prick
In a blog somewhere, stated the length of his dick.
So all her friends could laugh and joke
Writes poems too about this bloke.

Sorry for being such a post killer
Could have been easier just to add my filler.
To me it seemed a little unjust
Without Sarah here, to add my lust.

When Robert Herrick wrote of "Cynthia", he wasn't referring to some bawd by that name who lived down the lane, but rather his Muse. When Catullus serenaded "Lesbia" he was doing the same. When Keats wrote of "La Belle Dame sans merci", it wasn't a mash note for some floozy named Fanny, but a cri d'couer(sp?) for his Muse.

It so happens that Esteban cannot properly respond to a Muse unless her name is "Sarah", and so, out of courtesy, I substituted that name for that of Fluella del Toboso my own darling one, to whom this poem was covertly addressed.

A gentleman knows these things without being told. But we live in Philistine times and we must make concessions to that sad fact.

A une Damoyselle malade

Ma mignonne,
Je vous donne
Le bon jour;
Le séjour
C'est prison.
Guérison
Recouvrez,
Puis ouvrez
Votre porte
Et qu 'on sorte
Vitement,
Car Clément
Le vous mande.
Va, friande
De ta bouche,
Qui se couche
En danger
Pour manger
Confitures;
Si tu dures
Trop malade,
Couleur fade
Tu prendras,
Et perdras
L'embonpoint.
Dieu te doint
Santé bonne,
Ma mignonne.

Clément Marot

you be walkin on thin ice homeboy

no

it is pronounced ʁaɪç

I prefer culturally open minded.

I could even say culturally politically correct.

But that would be incredibly philistinian of me.

So perhaps I wont say any of those things at all.

I. NAMING OF SARAH'S PARTS

To-day we have naming of Sarah's parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning of Sarah. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing Sarah . But to-day,
To-day we have naming of Sarah's parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And to-day we have naming of Sarah's parts.

This is the lower sling Sarah. And this
Is the upper sling Sarah, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling Sarah,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the Sarah-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the Sarah. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your Sarah. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the Sarah. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early Sarahs are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Sarah.

They call it easing the Sarah: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your Sarah: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-Sarah, and the point of Sarah,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the Sarahs going backwards and forwards,
For to-day we have naming of Sarah's parts.

thats what attracted me to her in the first place

it's good she's got nice tits though, too

and she is wearing a lower cut top today because it is a warm day in adelaide town and they look HUGE

in fact she is only several meters away from me

anyway i was sitting next to nat who is THE SPUNKY SURFER CHICK FROM VICTOR HARBOR

ESTEBAN? Come into my parlour...

(This TIT thing has gotten totally out of hand.

I'm "pissed as a fart".

*raises shirt*

j-dawg has his own girlfriend who has a tounge stud and is doing a counselling course

"My, how you've grown since you started wearing your new y-fronts!"

I think this thread deserves far more than mere mockery.

Sarah? If you will come into my parlour, bare yourself, and let me gaze upon and fondle your breasts, I will report back to this forum and perhaps put this thing to rest.
Pay no attention to the video camera, dear. It is simply for documentation.
As objective as I attempt to be...I suspect that I am regarded as being full of shit.

Between the four of us, you and I and your tits, perhaps we can all gain some credibility.

if sarah found out i think she might be a little annoyed with me but she wont be too upset BUT SHE ISNT GOING TO FIND OUT

well she might but you know this could be any sarah's tits

Indeed, provided the Sarah in question is also a twenty year old college student in Adelaide in Western Australia, who wore a lower cut top and sat next to j-dawg at a computer lab on Thursday November 17, 2005 and who has a twenty-seven year old boyfriend. This narrows the field somewhat.

oh no

now you have caught me like a rat in a trap

Petard courtesy of the boo-tay boy. But come now, sirrah, don't be down in the mouth; summer is right around the corner. The divine Ms. S shall no doubt be but one among the sorority of the scantly clad. Buff up, buff up, buff up and play the game!

This business of "tits" has obviously enticed us to revisit our naughty childhood but most of us come around to remember that we are grownups now.

(Perhaps you assume too much, Zen.)

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Now we make work at the [view] and see what we may at our liesure.

As for EB's disclaimer: there are many educational institutes in the fair city of adelaide; I think we may assume that EB, at least, would not make much of a seminarian or Bible student, so we may disregard the more denominational schools.

The U of Adelaide is the big dawg in that city and the most fair pickings. It is also renowned for its computer sciences programs. Given EB's sad command of the language and his attachment to computers, we, the Holmes's of the world, might take heart that we are on the true scent and EB is but dragging a red herring across his all-too-obvious path.

And I think you should apologise to the University of SA and Flinders University for running down them down in a roundabout sort of way.

anyway i believe flinders thinks of itself as a leftist agitprop factory. but maybe thats because i know a girl who is on the student union there.

The real subject of inquiry, in my case at least, is how tits dance on angels.

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Great thread

Hypnotic, even.

I don't know. Some days I think Sarah's tits have been done to death. On other days I think we could squeeze a bit more out of them.

HEAVE HO IS A FATTEY RETARD VI4RGIN WHOS THINKS DTITAYS FEEEL LIKE SANDBAGS

Don't yours?

MY MY THEY DO YES

what a beautiful thread

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Good news! Great tits cope well with warming.

Cheep joke. Keep up the good work.