NormOpp's hop
What would happen if, set as you are in your ways of anality, you departed from your usual aspects? Say, one, in the infinity of one's wisdom, took the opposite stance that one took as a rule. Began putting clothes on backwards and in reverse order. Wore the heart of your undies on your sleeve which was to be found around your ankles. The way to a woman's undies is through a spiked drink. Sharp objects in the throat followed by, to put it mildly, a blunt one. Sat on offence. Took the splinter off your buttocks. Refrained from being a cunt in your posts. Put up a post in offence. Put one in your....Climbed over the fence and shut the fence. Fuck the gate. Took up an opposite gait. Knees bent to the back of the arse as the alternate knee hit the front of the arse. An arse that was home to a family of lice. Began drinking in the morning. Vomiting in the eve. Let apples fall from your eye. Hid in the grass. Took a hose from the back of the arse to the left nostril. Breathed in rarefied air. Became the airs and the graces to the throne in the shit chalet. Began typing directly into the window that you walked out of and into the stinking airs of so many other pompous backscratchers and anal gazers. Took to utensils. Enacted every thought that crossed the pristine floors of your mind. Looked under that rug where you'd swept all the refuse. Refused to have the carpet pulled from under your feet. Farted out loud in public. Stole things from your enemies. Stopped believing in the surfaces. Smashed a window. Anything. Someone else and you: opposite.
After this? ...
The way to a woman's undies is through a spiked drink.
Remind me not to go out for a drink with you ...
David ...
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
are we talking volleyball?
Because I was.
I'd row if my hip wasn't ole.
Through a river of piss.
Get caught in a net.
Spike the ball into a drink.
The girlies would throw their undies.
Bottoms up.
Norm.