NormHeading up Shit Creek with a Dog Paddle.
Smack a dog on the arse? While he’s humping your leg? You’ll be the first man to give birth from your calf. And after birth? Wipe it off. It’s like dog spittle and spoof. If a cow comes? Out of your knee? Milk it for all its worth before udders do their thing. Breast feeding a cow? Bullshit on your smock, if you’re not careful. Especially if it’s a baby male cow. Otherwise? Cow pats. A patsy for my cow? Take a surgical glove in the cause of cloned humanity? Who killed JFKow? Fidel-ity to Castr(o)(N)ation? Cuban cigar snips? Or a tummy tuck, and Dallas nip(ple)S? Curiosity killed the pussy, or was it an oversized penis fired from the grassy knoll that put a three magical bullet holes in the axe wound and the brown barrel? Telescopic? A penis erecting itself? With a Jacqui-Off in its sights if it misses its mark? O-Na(r)ssis [cistic-fybrosis or Asbestos? As best (os or as) it Gets? Even better still? Take a porno? ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!(ruder)? Ruder than Debbie does Dallas, the death of JFKow? Bloody Hell or bloody opened head wound? Who fucked his brains out in the operating room of a Texas Cavalcade? There’s a man named Armstrong walking on the earth? An OZ-world receiving info early? From a Jack Ruby Red Satellite in an Apocalyptic sky full of fire? Space Odyssey? Earth Oddity? Capricorn One, Two or Three. Sequels? History Repeats Itself? Who next? Howard hopefully. He’s fucked the country over, not just Jeanette. It’s time a dog humped his leg and gave birth to a new Nation. Next time a dog humps your leg. Hope it’s a mongrel. A male dog. Get a mongrel and get yourself up a dog? But be glad and rejoice about both mongrels. She dogs? Bitches. Women and Dogs? No distinction generally. Not opposites. Equals, in the main. Go the doggy. Each and ever time. Treat them mean and keep them keen. Good-O for doggie-style sex, eh Pal. Take a few Meaty-Bites on the inner thigh? And get into the kitty litter? Fuck a dog up the arse? A she dog? Woof, growl, bark and howl (along with her?). A dog’s arse? A woman’s arse? Smack them both. HARD. With your phallic patterbat? But only insert yourself in one. Women’s arses and dog’s arses? Equal yet Opposite. To the discerning bugger.
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Dear Norm, are you Mal?
Doesn't seem your style.
Have I been transported to an alternative reality?
Mal
I am not Norm. Norm invited me to blog on his blog. I just adopted his style. Inasmuch as I can imitate a genius. Albeit I fall short. But painters? They copy the Masters first before adopting a style of their own. They have to do their appreticeship first. Builders? Their apprentices? They are only given a hammer and nail bag for about three years before they are allowed to build a house by themselves.
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
The real Frank is coming.
Mal
Quite Frankly? Normally I'd be quite Frank about being Normal, but my Mal-ICIOUS nature prevents it. Please invite Ron (Later Ron) to join your blog. Or Justin. Justin Case (Ron is Later than his name suggests? And doesn't turn up?
U-Turn & Re-Turn, O IM-Moderate-OR (or dont?
Mal-CONTENT (on your blog?
Mal
Normally? Frankly? Frankly, Frank, I'd normally be quite Frank about being Normal, but my Mal-EVOLENT (non evolutionary, yet Apish) nature and Be-Have-OUR prevents it. Please invite Susan Socks to join your blog. And warm my cock up?
U-Turn & Re-Turn.
Mal-Ay-Sian fetish.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
this post of yours has hue-man all over it.
Norm(no mal)
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