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NFL Offseason Thread 2015 |OT| All of our teams suck!

Morning friends

From spins kitchen
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Throw some chopped liver on that, and you have a delicious sandwich
 

Bread

Banned
Alcohol is destroying our gata's brain. He is not able to distinguish between animals, spell, or remove LLs from the thread.

Time to put him down. Rando, RBH, I assume one of you two can handle this?
 

Syrinx

Member
Alcohol is destroying our gata's brain. He is not able to distinguish between animals, spell, or remove LLs from the thread.

Time to put him down. Rando, RBH, I assume one of you two can handle this?

It's not like there was much to destroy.
 

JABEE

Member
No he's a dog

Are you sure?


I figured out that you are a furry

Life is a Swamp

Gata's a traitor to his Jaguars kin,
He kisses his sister and plies her with gin.
No deed too demented for this slow-minded sap,
He picks up an animal to prop up on his lap.

The rest of the story is too grisly to tell,
Too difficult to describe with no words that can weld,
the sentences needed to construct such a tale.

Busy with his work the Gata did grunt,
For once in his life he was not the runt.
He tried to explain that his wants weren't so bad,
His thoughts were something all good people had.

The Gata was wrong,
The mob did deride.
The silly little Gata nearly cried,
before sipping some Mad Dog and calling up Jak,
No answer on IRL,
He gave his keys a whack.


"Will somebody please say it is okay to breed,​
With a sister or two or maybe three,​
A dog that I nursed from birth to fulfill my needs​
Won't somebody please listen to me.​
A Gata needs friends that let Gata be free.​
Puppies and kitties are equals to me,​
Any reasonable person knows that a pet could agree,​
To play with a Gata,​
Let a Gata rub its belly,​
Leave a Gata be,​
Please leave a Gata be."​

Exiled and alone,
the Gata did weep.
His bottle of gin thrown down at his feet,
as empty as his soul shattered on the floor.
The Gata called out for help,
Ignored.


JABEE​
 

JABEE

Member
Jabee stop writing poems about gata

That's an oldie! I haven't written a new one in awhile. The last thing I "wrote" was a re-imagining of Bob Dylan's God on Our Side before the Super Bowl. Those were the good ol' days. I don't want to remember what has happened since.

With Goodell on Our Side went unnoticed. Just as my pleas for justice from the NFL were never heard. :(
 
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