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The Rutgers Fan's Dilemma

Holy crap that was a hard read. The dude should be reading bad poetry at some folk festival.
 
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
 
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".....then we are Artemis" Ah, no. If that were true we'd be 14-0 after winning the National Championship. We are the many oarsmen in Agamemnon's galleys.
 
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
The 3rd-worst poet in the universe. "Spasms racked Ford's body." Remember it like it was yesterday.
 
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If that's poetry the 2 1\2 yr old I saw over the weekend is a poetic Genius!
 
No sidewindin' bushwackin', hornswagglin' cracker croaker is gonna rouin me bishen cutter

Gabby Johnson's right!
 
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Ha ha. Music to my ears.

I think I'll go back and reread the entire series again. With my towel.
 
I actually enjoyed that read. I don't fully agree with some of what was said, but I think of it more as art than explanation.
 
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