Happy Stanksgiving! Home › Forums › Oithlings › Greetings Oith Creature › Happy Stanksgiving! Tagged: bazooms, bodle, delf, limerick, Oithlings, poem This topic contains 13 replies, has 3 voices, and was last updated by William T. Thrasher 4 years, 10 months ago. Viewing 14 posts - 1 through 14 (of 14 total) Author Posts 11/27/2014 at 9:50 am #47451 William T. ThrasherParticipant Happy Stanksgiving, to Oithlings one and all! May your glasses run with suds, and your trousers slowly fall! May your circuspinuts runneth over, and your broodbuds spawn anew! May your plorps plop to the fullest, and your belly fill with goo! 11/27/2014 at 9:11 pm #47452 Thom.ShartleModerator Thats bad…. real real bad… so bad it done never been good… 11/27/2014 at 9:33 pm #47453 William T. ThrasherParticipant And that’s the true meaning of stanksgiving. 11/28/2014 at 7:49 am #47454 OspprodParticipant Which is different from Skanksgiving which happens every other foursday at the Rub-and-Chug. 11/28/2014 at 2:04 pm #47455 Thom.ShartleModerator (With coupon!) 11/28/2014 at 4:08 pm #47456 William T. ThrasherParticipant And now, a limerick. A prickly tizn’t from Floom, once locked herself in her own room. She wanted to split, but her quills wouldn’t fit, so she picked the lock with her bazooms. 11/28/2014 at 5:38 pm #47457 William T. ThrasherParticipant And now, one more limerick. An upstanding bodle named Glog, once woke up facedown in a bog. He tried to recall, how he’d taken his fall, but his head was still brimming with grog. 11/29/2014 at 9:25 am #47458 William T. ThrasherParticipant And now, a third limerick. A danged wrangler without any hair, once fell into darkest despair. He could get no wig, so was turned down for the gig, of being the joining in Stan’s next affair. 11/29/2014 at 9:26 am #47459 OspprodParticipant Great limericks Those are some scary Swiss army bazooms if they also work as lock picks. 11/29/2014 at 9:38 am #47460 William T. ThrasherParticipant You don’t know that tizn’t like I did. That one’s based on a true story. 11/29/2014 at 6:57 pm #47461 William T. ThrasherParticipant This one is also based on a true story. A popular pimp with three hands, got hopelessly lost in the sands. He felt around for a road, but nowhere could be go’d, so he survived by eating his glands. 11/30/2014 at 10:54 pm #47465 William T. ThrasherParticipant There once was a hot-to-trot smelf, who just couldn’t help himself. He’d pinched the behind, of anything he could find, and stored what came out in a delf. 12/01/2014 at 7:53 am #47466 OspprodParticipant You are going to AABBA your way into the top 10 oithlings at this rate. Keep it up! (current standing lucky 13 but rising steadily. #12 is 7 clams ahead of you.) This reply was modified 4 years, 10 months ago by Ospprod. 12/01/2014 at 7:47 pm #47472 William T. ThrasherParticipant As always, the limerick shall be my sword, shield, and steed in my crusade of conquest! The clams be mine! A hot, sticky oithling named Will, thought limericks were really a thrill. He came up with a plan, to collect many a clam, With rhymes that he spun which were ill. Author Posts Viewing 14 posts - 1 through 14 (of 14 total) You must be logged in to reply to this topic.