Friday, March 23, 2007
Friday Haiku

Lost at sea, two souls
Good Will Douching, sharkbait choad.
Scarf abs, seagulls weep.
On holy cleavite
I do gaze slack-jawed, amazed
Toss scrote overboard
~ Doucharellious
Velvet skin of hot
Come away from the scrate bag
Rip picture in half
-- rip van wanker
Blank stare, forehead grease
A gathering storm of douche.
Can great whites smell Axe?
-Good Will Doucheing
Douchebag Mariner
Release that fair albatross
Avoid the foul curse
-- danny bonnadouchey
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Captian Jack Sparrow
You most certainly are not
Go swab some poop decks
Douchebag Mariner
Release that fair albatross
Avoid the foul curse
You most certainly are not
Go swab some poop decks
Douchebag Mariner
Release that fair albatross
Avoid the foul curse
Blank stare, forehead grease
A gathering storm of douche.
Can great whites smell Axe?
-Good Will Doucheing
A gathering storm of douche.
Can great whites smell Axe?
-Good Will Doucheing
Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to stab myself;
O how douches came to be!
*actual haiku below*
since then, at random
hours, that agony returns,
making me haiku.
whenever i see
scrotes with hot, this heart within
me burns - to a crisp.
*actual haiku ends*
O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
(editor's note: this had been a particularly difficult haiku-adaption kinda thing, and honestly while i don't think it turned out very well i'm at my wit's end right now - meh)
With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to stab myself;
O how douches came to be!
*actual haiku below*
since then, at random
hours, that agony returns,
making me haiku.
whenever i see
scrotes with hot, this heart within
me burns - to a crisp.
*actual haiku ends*
O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
(editor's note: this had been a particularly difficult haiku-adaption kinda thing, and honestly while i don't think it turned out very well i'm at my wit's end right now - meh)
Sure, he's a scrote, but I'm disappointed. I was hoping for another Donkey Douche photo for the Friday haiku. No one can convince me that there are no more pictures of the Donk. He revels in having his photo taken with his Bleeth.
Indiana Douche and the Last Douchebag
Indiana Douche and the Last Douchebag
oh and just noticed Danny B's mariner reference on the first haiku. good to know another person familiar with the text.
lower case bag
It was probably the only thing I was forced to read in high school that was actually interesting.
It was probably the only thing I was forced to read in high school that was actually interesting.
Shirt half-on/half-off
Beautifully poised morsel
Gripped by "Man-maries".
-or-
(Sung to the tune "Perfect Day" by The Velvet Underground")
"Such a perfect day
Drank sangria on the lake..."
Ruined by The Streak
Beautifully poised morsel
Gripped by "Man-maries".
-or-
(Sung to the tune "Perfect Day" by The Velvet Underground")
"Such a perfect day
Drank sangria on the lake..."
Ruined by The Streak
By your name, I command you:
Mephadoucheles,
Fallen archangel of douche,
Loose your ties on this poor girl.
Your noxious bile
Has no place near perfection.
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Mephadoucheles,
Fallen archangel of douche,
Loose your ties on this poor girl.
Your noxious bile
Has no place near perfection.
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