Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[Magic Juan]

is sublime and divine amongst itself.

[johnbuisthegreat]

that dog needs a cigarette or a cold one

[L Ron Butterfly]

The guy that took this picture is very fat, wears a Miller Lite shirt everywhere, has a wife with a constant look of intense fear in her eyes, and has at least a 61% chance of being a police officer.

[L Ron Butterfly]

Christmas Time in Joy's New Diner
to Kevin

'The clouds will be
A daisy chain,' promises the radio on top the broken juke box.
We sit, wait, smell fresh
blue paint fumes. I take Joy's warm, approving smile
with (her last) grain of salt (my empty gut needs better).

Sunday morning is cold and bright, and you still
admonish me. 'She heard you call her that,'
you say of the Meth Addict
who left poor grey and gravelly Joy apologizing behind the counter,
left us once again alone with the

Red-faced Pastor whose heart was
beating too fast. He, too, may have left because of me:
'He reminds me of one of those televangelists that get caught with--'
'Shut Up! Do you want to run Him out, too?'
'Please, I'm being quiet. Besides, the Meth Girl didn't even hear me.
She left because...'

At that moment, the Virgin entered on flip flops.
We became quiet.
Pastor popped out his chair, mopped whiskey off his sizzling face,
'So glad you could make it.'
'Could nobody else?'
'No, we'll have to plan this Christmas party ourselves.'
Her smile forced Her piercing Puritan eyes into slits and threatened to crack.
He convinced Her to leave with Him, 'I’m Sorry I chose this place.
'They’re still not done painting the walls. A disgrace.
'And minutes ago a nice, thin, young girl filled with pep but no patience
'Left in a huff; they were out of her favorite dish.
‘They don’t seem to be stocked adequately at all.
‘I don’t know how long they’ve, or if they’ve really ever even… been opened.
‘So let’s move this meeting. We’ll take my car.’
I yelled 'Wax it!' as the door closed behind them.
‘Why did you say that?’ you rubbed your temples and winced.

Now Joy is in the kitchen, and we're really alone
with our tired motif. You feign anger so there's something to say.
I don’t try too hard to defend my actions.
The Pastor and the Virgin are also alone, at His house. No,
Her apartment (He might be married). She suggests a violinist
for their church's Christmas party. He complains of His dwindling
congregation and slides closer to Her on the sofa.
‘It’s awkward pretending,’ you complain,
‘I don’t hear you when you say these things about people sitting right next to us.’
The Pastor and the Virgin sit in contemplation, serenaded
by the ticking clock.
He glides thick, grubby fingers down Her arms, along Her porcelain neck,
So soft. The Virgin sweats bug repellent.
All good Christmas music combines upbeat lyric with melancholy tune
The Virgin clenches, making Her impossible to enter.

Suddenly, the smell of paint is overwhelmed by that life-giving,
penetrating
aroma of cooked food, and I think how instinct dies hard,
and Yule began as a way to keep warm.

[johnbuisthegreat]

Christmas time for my penis is better

[YES]

John why does playing wiht your penis make you manlier than me playing with my penis?

[L Ron Butterfly]

"Oy to the World" is better than "Christmas Time for My Penis" even though you wouldn't think so just based on their titles.

[YES]

So was the aristocats better than all dogs go to heaven

[L Ron Butterfly]

I never saw the Aristocrats, but probably not, since it's probably about as funny as a Friar's Club Roast.

Hey, if anybody actually took the time to read that, I'd like to know if you had any difficulty following the narrative.

[Username]

I know it's Matthew Outland, and the only person who has worse spelling than Matthew Outland is Mike Kuntz, so a misunderstanding might seem inevitable, but you're still clueless sometimes.

[YES]

2 happy go lucky folks from Louisiana and Florida

[L Ron Butterfly]

Oh, Aristocats. I never saw that either.

I don't really understand what that has to do with anyone's ability to spell, exactly. I mean, unless you honestly believe that I thought the word "aristocrat" did not contain an 'r' and then accidentally mis-typed an 'r'. Which makes a lot more sense than thinking I just didn't read Outland's post very carefully because it was about children's movies.

Other than that, you're on target. Treat yourself to a night at the Holiday Inn. I skipped over a letter (and a theme) in a bullshit conversation.

I was really trying to move more toward a conversation on the Vandals, or my poem, and that post was kind of a place-holder. But still, it speaks volumes. It speaks volumes. You should post more. You're sharp. Username. That's clever. Your username is Username. God, why didn't I think of that?

Oh dratz, I forgot to condescendingly address you only in third person. I meant to say, Username is clever for choosing the username Username. He obviously has a lot of insight to have thought of that.

[Username]

ehehehe

[johnbuisthegreat]

their are a lot of better songs than Christmas time for my penis. The song is funny at 1st but it is so slow that I cant listen to it a lot.

[Action Hank]

What happens in heaven... stays in heaven.

[Jason]

I was going to make a post saying that http://www.ftusa.org/forum/viewtopic.php?p=147122#147122 was like 2001 PunkAsss, but then on the Add Reply page I was able to see killfiled Ace's post and now it is more important to talk about what a fucking painful retard he is.

[Action Hank]

[Action Hank]

That picture describes Jason better than any assortment of words could.

[Big Fagot]

Damn, that's a hell of a poem.

*removes hat in gesture of respect, having read the poem*

[L Ron Butterfly]

Peter, if you had actually read my post, you'd know that I wasn't looking for anybody's opinion on the poem. I only wanted to know if the narrative was comprehensible. It is not written in chronological order, and I want to know if any of parts of it are impossible to follow.

But I have to turn it in in a couple hours anyway, so it's too late now!