Bunny's tits revealed!

How can we turn harlequin disorder into an insult?

 

That smells of Photoshop.

 

I was disappointed I missed out on internet nudity, but then realised that hey, while homegrown can be hot, more often than not it's not.

 

Yay, Jar Jar's back.

 

That won't happen till nobodie loses his taste for showing his nipple.

 

And tattoos. Pics of your tits please.

 

You said please. What wouldn't a guy do for a pair of tits?

What makes you think I'll expose my tits for you, Jarinor? We don't know each other, I didn't even do it for mathboy, let alone DU, but that was because he's always whining.

 

What if I asked you to?

 

What will you do in return?

 

Do you want a picture of my tits? I'm pretty flat though.

 

Why would I want a picture of your tits? Mine are enough for me, thank you. No, you'll have to think of something else.

 

Want me to write you a love poem?

 

Well, judging by your sig, your poems suck.

 

That was a joke, I'll post one in a minute that I wrote earlier, I just need to find it. Unless someone replies I'll just edit this post.

EDIT: That didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would.

"Is the day so young?"

Whatever should I say this early day,
To quell such warring fears,
That high 'bove hearts drop saline spears,
Upon our wanderlust way?

Could if I spent all of my years,
I relate that Veronan complex,
That, while not lapsing to perplex,
Stills your moistening tears?

Oh, that my tongue could in a way annex,
That violently eloquent reason,
That warrants, inspite of the current season,
Archers will the true hearts bless.

So go ye friends, and wander in your directions,
And trust we shall never know,
The science behind such peculiar affections,
That beat in our chests down below.

 

In spite is two words, I like how you abbreviate above despite the lack of consistent meter, and do girls really like guys who write poetry?

That was... very sensitive, Blinker. The last poem I wrote had decapitated heads displayed on pikes. And I'm a CHICK.

 

I was feely touchy at the time, sue me. And yes, I've had more than a few positive responses. I don't think anyone here is going to make the mistake of thinking I'm some pussy, but I've never met a girl who didn't like men who could express their emotions, while still being men.

I've never cared about a constant meter, just one that flows well when read; my abbreviations are the preservation of the rhythm. Third line for example, above just didn't sound right, just a tad too long, so I shortened it.

 

You're called faggots. Girls like you because they can send you to hit on guys to make sure they aren't faggots and spare themselves some embarassment.

 

Sorry, I mean there are non faggot emotional "men". They often call themselves emo:

Being one yourself that means you commit suicide (Blinky could probably explain to you others that suicide is something emo kids like trying to commit and especially to talk about).

Enough proof:

BLINKY'S EMO!

 

Thank you, Mathboy. That's exactly what I was being too polite to say so explicitly. :thumbup:

 

Not me. I'm not a fluffy pinkish bunny, whatever my pictures may suggest. I generally write about Death.

But anyway, Blinky, it was quite nice. :thumbup: At least it wasn't sloppy. You can always use what is called 'blank verse'.

EDIT: And no, I'm still not showing my tits.