NormChalk me up as cheesed off
You can’t sharpen your cue with a block of cheese and you can’t spread chalk on your crackers. Or to put it another way, you can. There’s no doubt that after a lovely and civilized meal, with the conventions of ettiquette perfectly observed, a plate of a selection of the finest chalks from around the world will help stave off diarrhoea. Beating your ring black and blue with a brown geyser is right out of order, Governor. There are a few cheesy crackers around this place somewhere, they’re hard to find but they are out there. Some cheese spreads well. You may have to stick your membership in the ajar door to find them. Fucking crackers. If you’ve ever had white line fever you might need to be taken out to the back paddock and given a few shots. Like the man who stopped eating at the treatment plant said - “I’ve had enough of this shit”. I’m drowning in it. There are no images of chalk and cheese in this post, they’re on the way. Today, I get around on one leg. As chalk defines a field, so too cheese defines a meal. When my balls hit a line, clouds of cheese goes up. I’m fed up with these capers. Try putting balls in pockets with some cheese on your stick. Blue is my favourite type. Chalk and cheese: equal.
Cheese me up blue-vein style with your purple, blue and red throbbing chalk sticks, man.
I'm your blackboard boy. Write upon me with firm strokes ... or spidery handwriting ... BUT? PUNCH those sticks into me when you make a full-stop with all the ferocity of an angry, fruity school-teacher ...
ABCDEF G!
HIJKLMNO P!
QRSTUVW ...
and
XYZees or ZEDS ... on my forehead ... (the top of my blackbaord ...
Cane me for being a naughty boy.
Put a rubber dunce cap on my cock ... and make me sit in the corner of your arse cheeks ... and let's play Mickey Mouse and the Sorcerer? Show me your magic, man* ... Pull your rabbit out of my arse ... (but not too often ... Leave it in there ... Slight of hand? ... Your hands are not slight ... Rub me HARD! ***
Give me some home-work to do (at your home preferably ... (or mine ... I don't mind ...
Btw ... I'm not gay ... (big cheesy Blue Vein smile ***
Honey Bear Stamps? ... Okay... you want to use the honey-bear container? Squirt Me! Stamp your imprint on me, then ...
The bell is ringing for the end of class ... Why did you get your penis pierced? and add some little bells? Do you want to play Jingles? (Dont give me the shingles ... I'm shivering enough as it is ... at the mere sight of your nakedness ...
Detention? Yes Please. Hold me back. Hold me back while you cane me from behind? ...
My report card? ... I love the way you tick me off, and I'm not cross ...
I am not GAY! ***
David ...
Love your work ... It's inducement to write shit like this ...
My brown splatter ... (prefer a poo-jabber ...
Have to go ... Need a Vegemite sandwich ... and have to bite my pillows ... I don't want to die of SIDS with a red nose ... I want to die as a brown-nosing sycophant ...
Love your work Norm (IN A NON-GAY WAY OKAY ... ???
Stay away from my arse!!!!!!!***
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suffering all sorts of liquorice gremilins today.... laughting heartily at your comment... too funny.... i can ony resist what doesn't tempt me.... sorry to be so brief but I've got the sniffles***
Norm.
Dusk....one of natures finest phenomenons,
as always.....you are so crafty and tasty....
Norm.
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Hope a good feed finds you well, friend.
Norm.