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Thanh Buchal @ 16 Dec 2008 01:42:30 AMcongrats and well done!,
happy birthday md3,
i know its late,
and not done perfectly,
but a little poem,
to spread some fun,
might make us laugh,
once its done.
Im still a noob,
and i love it so,
talking to you all,
waving those who go,
where would we be
without devils Avi's?
raising our eyebrows,
and making us happy?
shakes perverted comments,
dana's constant love,
sylence's creepy pics,
and with kyle watching from above,
Belle's fun and humour,
Millo's cocky ways,
I'd be lost without all this,
Even Weezys shemale phase.
Love you always Blazin,
DBS, Kia and Sticka,
too many of you to name,
I want to finish this quicker.....
Thanks for killing my boredom,
and giving me a giggle,
so read this with a smile,
and i leave you with a wiggle!
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Silhouette #1 @ 16 Dec 2008 01:45:34 AM
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DoctorBombay @ 16 Dec 2008 02:33:34 AMWhere the abstract stars hide all things
Lay the hearts of those who never sing
The forum whores who post their hate
And the lurkers who hide in wait.
The power struggles that rip gangs apart,
And the rebuilding that it takes to restart,
LPI’s, HoF, everything people strive for,
Can drive some insane to their core.
Our fair GM’s, FM’s, and Admins,
Cannot begin to stifle our grins,
At their comedic antics and actions,
And their stifling of certain factions.
Let us thank the people we have labeled cunts,
Leading the way in our shemale witch hunts,
For all you that read this, I bid you farewell,
And as for all the others, I’ll see you in hell. -
Acct/Pts 4Sale! @ 16 Dec 2008 02:51:12 AM
Now I've tried all the normal approaches
All the pick-ups an' chat-ups an' stuff
Tried mi hand at so-phistication
Wi' some girls who were nowt if not rough
I've been seen down the discos an' dances
Bought cocktails for them as were broke
In mi quest for the perfect companion
Who'd see me as her perfect bloke
I've dealt with the best datin' agents
I've filled in their forms an' told lies
About how I'm just like a male model
Wi' tight buttocks an' sparklin' blue eyes
I've squandered mi wages on chatlines
Spent two quid a minute on t' phone
Where I've ended up gaggin' for Charleen
Even though she weighs thirty-two stone
I've frequented bars down the dockside
Where there's ladies that's best left alone
An' I've offered mi body quite freely
But I've allus walked home on mi own
So just cos it's comin' up Christmas
An' I've no soddin' prospects in store
I'm wazzin' this e-mail to Lapland dot com
An' I'm hopin' that this time I'll score
Dear Santa, please bring me a woman
Fer some fun in mi fifty-third year
Let's forget all the monogrammed hankies
All the socks an' the chocs an' the beer
You could leave me a fun-lovin' floozie
Or a perfectly sweet English rose
An' what could be quite stonkin' is a lass who loves bonkin'
Now I really would like one o' those
Please bring a voluptuous woman
A partner, a pal an' a mate
I can take for a romp in the boudoir
Wi'out havin' the need to inflate
Perhaps I should spare you the detail
But a session's got nowt to enthral
When your off up to bed wi' a bike pump
An' a puncture repair kit an' all
Please bring me a home-lovin' woman
Cos I've brushed-up mi cookin' technique
No Spam, egg an' chips like mi mam does
But dishes that's sexy an' chic
We'll have seafood an' hot, sticky puddin'
Drink wine 'til we're Mozart an' Liszt
Then I'll make several filthy suggestions
Till she finds one she just can't resist
Please bring me an underwear woman
A lingerie kind of a dame
Who loves to wear silky suspenders
An' doesn't mind me doin' t' same
We can twang at each others elastics
Then I'll climb up the cupboards (top shelf)
Where I'll fling off mi big, baggy Y-Fronts
An' dive in, like the Devil himself
Please bring me a kind, carin' woman
Cos I know I've gone well past mi prime
But I'm sure I can still do the business
If I just take mi tablets on time
I won't pester no more, that's a promise
You won't hear me again, not one squeak
So Santa, please bring me a woman
An' a fresh one each night of the week -
Out of the night came a terrible scream
who put the sand in the vaseline
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LXXXVI •†• @ 16 Dec 2008 03:22:48 AMSo much death
So much love
md life has all
They kill you now,
they kill you then,
it is so hard to make friends
i love guns
oh yes i do
but rpgs can do it to
Up the arse,
or in the face
its all just one big race
I love md its so true
thats why you should to. -
Dalia Lashley @ 16 Dec 2008 05:03:09 AMMy school, The University of Illinois, has an unofficial St. Patricks day celebration every year, so here's a poem about that
'Twas the night before Unofficial and all through Champaign
Not a student was drinking, not even those insane;
The kegs were tapped in apartments with care
In hopes that St. Patrick would soon be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of keg-stands danced in their heads;
And Chancellor Richard Herman in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long March nap,
When out on the quad there arose such a stir,
I sprang from the bed to see if beer was hurr;
Away to the window I took shots in a flash,
Tore open the blinds and threw out the hash.
When, what to my dazed eyes should appear,
But numerous cases, and 8 beer bongs lying there,
With a jolly driver, so lively and not tat,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Pat.
More rapid than leprechauns his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Miller! now, Busch! now, Keystone and Hein'ken!
On, Budlight! on 'weiser! On High Life and Pabst-ribbon!
To the top of the beer bong! to the top of the wall!
Now drink away! drink away! drink away all!"
So up to the frat house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of beer, and St. Pat too.
Down the chimney St. Pat came without a woe.
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his toe,
He was Irish and such, a rightful man considering the Celts,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of a beer cap,
Soon gave me to know that I was to drink stat;
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a round of claps,
And away they all flew like the beer out of taps.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Unofficial to all, and to all a good-night." -
Werner Shimmin @ 16 Dec 2008 06:13:24 AMhere i sit at MD 3
doing crimes all day it seems
getting nowhere, nothing done
go to jail, bust me someone!
kiss my ass and fuck you too
who gives a shit what you do
we laugh we play we battle we joke
all a days fun this much we hope
no drama no stress
we go on our way
attack and kill is how we play
level up and work our stats
read the forum thats where its at
its all MD one two and extreme
But the best are here at MD 3!!! -
[T~K] FLOUNDERED @ 16 Dec 2008 07:02:26 AMFour roads diverge in a maroon wood.
For the first is powerful and arrogant and has lost her way
The second is merely A holes, weirdos, Creeps And frankly, a little gay.
The Third is Powerful, Intelligent, thoughtful and growing in size.
The fourth is newly born with childlike eyes.
Now This road hath split and given me deliverence,
But I have chosen the third path and that has made all the difference. -
Shaunta Dorer @ 16 Dec 2008 09:40:18 AMwas the night before christmas and all through the house, everyone felt shity, even the mouse.
mum at the whore-house, and dad smoking grass, i just settled down for a nice piece of grass.
when out on the lawn i herd a great clater, i rose from my peace to see what's the matter,
when out on the lawn, i saw a big dick, i knew in a moment it must be saint nick,
he laid out the presents, thou the tree still locked bare.
he rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart, the stupid fucker blew the chimney apart,
he rose to the night with a wounderous chear,
"TO ALL A MERRY CHIRSTMAS, AND A CRAPPY NEW YEAR"! -
Caron Gowens @ 16 Dec 2008 11:50:16 AMI drew a heart
I wrote no name
I left it blank
What a shame
If your heart is blank
Would you write my name -
Jenine Gahagan @ 16 Dec 2008 02:52:29 PMTwas the night before Christmans
And all through the house
Everybody felt Shitty
Even the mouse
Mom at the whore house
and dad smoking grass
I'd just settled down for
a nice piece of ass
When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprang from my piece
to see what was the matter
Thenout on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment
It must be Saint Nick
He came down the chimney
Lioke a bat out of helll
I knew in a moment
The fucker had fell
He filled all the stockings
with pretzels and beer
And a big rubber dick
for my brother the queer
He rose up the chimney
With a thunderous fart
The son of a bitch
Blew the chimney apart
He swore and he cursed
As he rode out of sight
IPiss on you all
and have a hell of a night! -
Dr Manhattan @ 16 Dec 2008 03:18:05 PMI'm loging into MD3
Doing crimes before my killing spree
Gotta get some more exp.
Eyes are tired
Hand is numb
No more training today for me
Click on the forums
Lets see whats up
Fuck the rest, head to general chat
Shut the fuck up, get the hell out
Yell the cunts of MD3
To those that have no clout.
Scumbags, n00bs
the chics with dicks
Of course, spam once again
Kinda tired, time to go
Wait, oh nice
theres one last mug
Happy Bitrhday Cunts -
GaMeOwNaGe @ 16 Dec 2008 03:24:31 PMRoses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
MD3 Is Better
Than MD2 -
Jimmy @ 16 Dec 2008 04:11:21 PMHow to Make u laugh?
Obviously with my POEM
How to make you funny?
And you are always funny,
You hide it and
It is still funny,
And that makes me laugh.
How to make you serious?
And you can not be serious,
Funny is funny,
And being seriously funny is not that funny,
And you laugh.
How to tell you a joke?
And you are the funniest joke
That makes you more funny and serious
While you are drinking and thinking
At the risk
Of spilling the juice of your lips
At my laugh.
*Note= Dont laugh at it ,if thats too bad to be called as poem....lol
