Isembard Ping
loves to shake his thing
funks out like a marrow on the wing
shimmies like a turbo macaroon,
plays his kneecaps with a wooden spoon.
Luke Walsby-Tickle
Does strange things with pickle
Some cats say he's fly and rather fickle.
Goes out dancing in a pink zoot suit
Drinks absinthe and smokes a rare cheroot.
Ignatious Bong
Wrote a strange love song
Sang it on the roof in a fur thong.
Huge crowds came to hear his serenade
Awe stuck by the vast organ he played.
Heroic names
Rare grooves and parlour games,
Ah how my lingeree bursts into flames,
At thoughts of bygone times of long before -
I'm not invited to such parties any more.
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsmen, Amber Fox, Luke Owens , Wade Scott and Ross Miller wake up in an Army hospital in Germany.
Thus, begins a months long recovery for all of them. A
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
Lieutenant Fay Kincaid has plenty on her plate with being commander of the Rockland PD Support Division which included two of the most prestigious units there, SWAT and the Bomb Squad as well as CSU, SRO and Dispatch. Not only that, but she is the si
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Now THAT LAST stanza, wooooooooooooooo!
You naughty PATATE GIRL!
Loverlingly!
la tomate enraged
Loved this me old spud, do you have a real name?
Ian
Taylor
~Alexandra~