Twas The Night Before Christmas

Posted on December 24th, 2007 in Bullshit, Poetry, humor by Bullshitter

‘Twas, the night before Christmas, and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse.
No kids lived with me, so I thought I would chatter.
There’d be no damn reindeer, and no stupid clatter.

There’d be no fat elf, coming through my chimney.
I’ll be alone, my computer and me.
I won’t race to the window, to see him arrive.
I’ll just sit right here…with windows ninety-five.

There’s no one I know, as I’m surfing around.
None of my regular buddies are found.
I went in some chat rooms, but quickly got out.
Age, sex, location is all that’s about.

As, I was about to go check out the net.
I got an E-mail which I didn’t expect.
A lady told me, she had read my profile.
And, ask, if I might like to chat for a while.

She said, if I didn’t, then she would just leave.
But, she was so lonely, on this Christmas Eve.
She said, it’s the first time, she’d ever been on.
But, she heard, computers, could be so much fun.

She said, the computer, was usually locked tight.
But, she said, her husband, left it on…tonight.
He’s away on some business; He’ll be gone all night.
So, she thought she’d use it, “I guess it’s all right.”

She started to tell me, about her whole life.
How, she was expected to be a good wife.
She talked of her anger, frustrations, and needs.
Because, she was forced, to do such silly deeds.

She talked on and on, from one thing to the next.
Then finally told me…she was oversexed.
She didn’t have sex, with her husband, she told.
He’s always too busy, and getting too old.

Then, she wrote me something, that made my heart vex.
She asked me to teach her, to have cyber-sex.
I said, if she wanted me to, that I could.
Then after an hour, she got really good.

After five hours, my fingers were sore.
I told her, that I couldn’t go anymore.
She said, that was fine, because she was tired too.
And anyway, her husband, soon would be due.

She said she would be on, the same time next year.
Then asked, if I wouldn’t mind, meeting her here.
She said, only…. on this night, she could be found.
It is only…. this night, her husband leaves town.

She said bye, and signed off…..and I had to pause.
I think I just cybered……..with Mrs. Santa Claus!

What Shakespeare Really Meant

Posted on November 26th, 2007 in Poetry, humor by Bullshitter

While Shakespeare was a very wise man. But you’d never know it because he used such fancy-schmancy words. Now our crack team of cunning linguists has translated a number of Shakespeare’ s quotes into modern day English. It’s about time we were all able to enjoy the wit and wisdom of this oddly groomed scribe.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Translation: We should masturbate more.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.
Translation: Only fight sissies.

Great floods have flown from simple sources.
Translation: Never have sex with your girlfriend during her period.

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Translation: Let’s kill all the lawyers. Really.

Be to yourself as you would to your friend.
Translation: It’s OK to sleep with your sister because your friend sure would.

Is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
Translation: Good-looking strippers get bigger tips.

Have patience, and endure.
Translation: Use one of those numbing creams if you have to. Or try wearing five condoms at once.

I can express no kinder sign of love than this kind kiss.
Translation: First base is better than striking out altogether.

Men at some time are masters of their fate.
Translation: Get married and you’re screwed.

They that thrive well take counsel of their friends.
Translation: If your drinking buddies say she’s really a man, listen to them.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Translation: If you’re desperate to impress her, you can always resort to oral sex.

O, flatter me, for love delights in praises.
Translation: Honesty isn’t necessarily the best policy when it comes to penis size.

The course of true love never did run smooth.
Translation: When dumping someone, always wear a protective cup.

I’ll note you in my book of memory.
Translation: Don’t expect me to call the day after.

Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost.
Translation: Lap dances have actually been outlawed in some parts of the country.

Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
Translation: With a little help from our friends at Massengill, that is.

Praising what is lost, makes the remembrance dear.
Translation: When you’re telling your buddies about your conquests, exaggerate. A lot.

‘Tis better to be brief than tedious.
Translation: Nooners rock.

My endeavors have ever come too short of my desires.
Translation: You’ve never had twins and you never will. Get over it.

Legend in his own head

Posted on October 28th, 2006 in Poetry by Bullshitter

He was world famous. All the world knew him didn’t they? No, Only in his own head.