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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 7:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 12:17 am
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What do you get when you cross a Zen Buddhist and a Druid? Someone who worships the tree that is not there.
Why do pagans make the best friends? They worship the ground you walk on.
How many Alexandrians does it take to screw in a lighbulb? I dunno, ask the Gardnerians!
How many High Magicians does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One - they hold it up and the world revolves around them.
(From a T-shirt) Your god got nailed to a cross. Mine carries a hammer. Any questions?
In days of yore, the great god Thor would ramp around creation. He'd drink a pint and slay a giant and save the Nordic nation, Or kill a Worm to watch it squirm and vainly try to fang him, Or lock up Loki in the pokey and on the noggin bang him.
Once he did bawl through Thrudvang Hall that on a trip he'd wander In a disguise from prying eyes, in Midgard way out yonder, So all his slaves, huscarls and knaves, packed up his goods and gear, O, And off he strode, on Bifrost road, a perfect Aryan hero.
In Midgard land he joined a band of hardy Viking ruff-i-ans, And off they sailed and rowed and bailed among the auks and puff-i-ans. Whene'er they'd reach a foreign beach they stopped to raid and plunder; Each Nordic brute got so much loot their longship near went under.
But as they rolled in coins of gold, they had one joy forsaken, For on each raid Thor's party made, no women could be taken. Each drab and queen fled from the scene when Viking sails were sighted, And Thor felt the need for certain deeds that had gone unrequited.
Thor's brows were black as they went back to Oslo's rocky haven; Unto his crew he said, "Beshrew me for a Frankish craven "If I don't wrench some tavern wench, or else may Frigga damn her." Replied one voice, "You got first choice; you've got the biggest hammer."
Into an inn that crew of sin disembarked upon their landing, Each tavern maid was sore afraid of pirates of such standing. But golden coins warmed up their loins and the ale soon ran free; Thor's motley crew poured down the brew and made an all-night spree.
Thor's glances strayed unto a maid with hair as gold as grain, A lisp so shy, a downcast eye, and not a trace of brain; He swept her charms into his arms and to an upstairs bower, And did not cease nor give her ease for six days and an hour!
When he rose up and drained a cup, she looked like one that's near death: Her limbs were weak, she could not speak, and only gasped for her breath. "You ought to know, before I go, I'm Thor," he bade adieu. "You're Thor!" said she. "Conthider me! I'm thorer, thir, than you!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 6:11 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:35 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:46 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 7:48 pm
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"She's what makes a Great Rite Amazing!" sort of jokes....
--------------------------- HP: The Male holds the power and is the reservoir of power. HPS : The Female taps the power in him and challenges it. Both: Either one can work without the other. Neither without the other is incomplete
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HP: The male holds the tower and is the erector of the tower. HPS: The Female taps the tower and drains it. Both: Either one can work without the other; One without the other Is quieter And doesn't involve dinner and a movie. --------------------------------------------------- HP: The Horny One is a passing lust, And a quick role in the hay. HPS: The Wench asks for all you can give, And says it isn't enough. Both: To excite, you must offer; To offer, you must have something of value; To have something of value, You must protect it, Over and over and over, Until you give it away In some cheap, tawdry affair. ------------------------------------------ HP: The Man brings forth sperm. HPS: The Woman regurgitates it in disgust. HP: When in love, HPS: Never blow. HP: As the p***s is to the Male, HPS So the womb is to the Female, Both: And together joined, They make a sticky mess; For there is no greater stain in all the world Than that of two people's c-- Embedded in fine white linen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:07 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:43 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:44 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:46 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 10:48 am
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