Under The Mistletoe

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

You can take my pension money honey, have bareback sex with a jungle bunny, but I’m on my knees begging please, kiss me slow, under the mistletoe

Get me to put out the trash, make me give up smoking that hash, steal my saving stash, tell me to shave off that bristle tache, but take me to the place to go, where we kiss under the mistletoe

Force me to push the Mother-in law in her wheelchair, mock my lack of hair, call me a gay bear, tell me I dance like Lionel Blair I don’t care. Make my cheeks glow, under the mistletoe

Laugh at my 3inch member, but please remember, give me a Raspberry blow, under the mistletoe

It’s the season, ho ho ho, go with the flow and kiss me under the mistletoe

Serve me burnt toast for a Sunday roast and then boast on Facebook that your a good cook, withdraw the weekly f~~~, blow the holiday money on a nip and tuck to have lips that resemble a duck. Just kiss me you old crow, under the mistletoe

P~~~ and moan to your friend on the phone about how I drive you round the bend, stop sucking my bell-end. Reason why I use a pro, but never stop kissing me under the mistletoe

Tell me you don’t love me anymore, berate when I snore, shout with hate “there’s a divorce in store”, but don’t you ever leave me low, and stop kissing me under the mistletoe

[TicParticipant 4329]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Serve me burnt toast for a Sunday roast and then boast on Facebook that your a good cook, withdraw the weekly f~~~, blow the holiday money on a nip and tuck to have lips that resemble a duck. Just kiss me you old crow, under the mistletoe

give me the cold shoulder while you suck the neighbor’s c~~~, while my b~~~~, size of granite boulders, are out of luck, you take it up the ass from charming chad, while even a blowie I never had, so I’m reduced to perpetually being sad, under the mistletoe

God bless peace and freedom.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Tic wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Serve me burnt toast for a Sunday roast and then boast on Facebook that your a good cook, withdraw the weekly f~~~, blow the holiday money on a nip and tuck to have lips that resemble a duck. Just kiss me you old crow, under the mistletoe

give me the cold shoulder while you suck the neighbor’s c~~~, while my b~~~~, size of granite boulders, are out of luck, you take it up the ass from charming chad, while even a blowie I never had, so I’m reduced to perpetually being sad, under the mistletoe

Alternate ending in a paradigm shift.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

that was a great poem. Im considering stealing and printing anonymous xmas cards… leave them discreetly laying around lol

[hmskl’dParticipant 6413]

Romantic love doesn’t exist .. just a short term Carnival Side Show.
… step right up, lay your money down, get a kiss under Mistletoe .. prize guaranteed every time.

The only thing is that the games are rigged .. Mistletoe, Sideshow, Carnival or Fun House, ways to exploit the Guy
… eventually separate him from his hard earned Coins .. designed deception ..

when you throw the ball to knock down the pins, the bottom weight has been calculated so it’s essentially impossible
when you try and shoot a basket ball to win a stuffed animal, the hoops have been narrowed so the ball bounces away
when you try and toss a ring, and win the prize attached to the peg .. the pegs have angled tops to deflect a ringer
when you toss the darts to break the balloons, the balloons have been deflated just enough to deflect the dart, sorry

[Puffin StuffParticipant 24979]

You’ll leave alone when my money’s gone under the mistletoe.

#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.

[FrostByteParticipant 19005]

Missile camel toe.

If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.

[NoLongerBlindParticipant 530]

“Kiss me under the mistletoe!” It’s the HEIGHT of there desperation…

Loosely paraphrased:

“KISS ME..KISS ME NOW…NO ONE ELSE WILL…MY GAY MALE BOYFRIENDS IGNORE ME…MY LAST BOYFRIEND WON’T TALK TO ME…I’M ALL ALONE AND NEED SOMETHING TO POST ON FACEBOOK!!!”

That’s what there really saying! “KISS ME UNDER THIS DEAD…OR FAKE PLANT…IT WILL GIVE ME VALUE!”

Happens EVERY Christmas

[HermitParticipant]

Not a bad poem.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Dark KenshiParticipant 2132]

Tell me I am failure, tell me I should be dead, tell me our divorce is due, but never stop kissing with me, under the mistletoe.

"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man is the joy of man." Odin, Hàvamàl, stanza 47.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Gravel Pit wrote:

that was a great poem. Im considering stealing and printing anonymous xmas cards… leave them discreetly laying around lol

Heart of gold. Me, I will making Christmas cards for the mentally ill…….might finish by next Christmas.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Puffin Stuff wrote:

You’ll leave alone when my money’s gone under the mistletoe.

Like a dog with a bone…..

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Hermit wrote:

Not a bad poem.

Yeah baby!

[Branched offParticipant 10971]

Thanks Colin. I like it.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Branched off wrote:

Thanks Colin. I like it.

Cheers Mr Olive. How are things down West?

[Branched offParticipant 10971]

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

“Branched off”……..”olive branch”. In the Bible, the dove returns to Noah’s ark with an olive branch, indicating that the flood had receded. Also regarded as the symbol of peace.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

Branched off wrote:

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

“Branched off”……..”olive branch”.

Alright clever clogs. More a play on the fact he sides with you when I am berating. Hence, offering you an “olive” branch.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5068]

I tell you what me ol c~~~er, this ain’t the season to mess with my Hippocampus. Don’t really want to be spending the holidays looking for a mobile trailer in John Day, Oregon.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?

“Branched off”……..”olive branch”.

Alright clever clogs. More a play on the fact he sides with you when I am berating. Hence, offering you an “olive” branch.

He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face. Your iron fists will do little good against a lead projectile traveling at supersonic speed.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

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