Vishbume
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There's no Katy Perry here. The keg has been deserted. Riding Hidalgo in Daytona never felt so good. Wood grain fills the box and the brail. Wonder of sunset has superman blinded with boxing gloves of Braveheart. Abracadabra. The white rabbit runs faster during hunting season. 🐃.
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😳😳😳
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A bird in the hand is worth a bottle over the head. Two for three is seven in the end zone.
The lone rangers are full of themselves and just want to be heard. Ginger have soles, they're just on the bottom of their feet. Bald men are lucky when you rub their heads, hairy men catch fire easier.
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funk are you drinkin what turfa was drinkin yesterday?
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Bud green is mr. big
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I'm thinking this is some form of hidden message, a word puzzle perhaps, everybody quick try and decode it!
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All I could manage to decode is the last part: 🐃.
It seems to be Buffalo droppings.
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Katy perry uses rabbits because they ride faster and feel good, its a special edition made from wood but still has brail like bearings around the base, which are nice in the box! She happens to be in Daytona, not here, Daytona is a place she spends a lot of time riding apparently.
I'm still working on the rest but you can bet your life there's a lot of boozed up keg party goers, a dodgy magician and a drink fuelled fight.
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Intellectual miasma is no better than the belch from the chamber-pot smelling gob of Frankie Horan himself! Oft he speaks in thrills and whoops which offend the ears,whilst his open familiarity molests even the harridan sucking on exotic fruits. Shep Vaughan had his beloved Honda 50 torched by virtue of Frankie's scurrilous conjecture.....something about Mary Brennan's involvement in a half-dozen vulgar calisthenics.
So say nothing unless directly addressed and remember to reply with a shibboleth or platitude if you prefer.Before long everyone will think you a brilliant conversationalist; even Frankie! -
The open oven door threw fitful dancing shadows into the recesses of the room,showing the room to be bereft of anything usually associated with your typical soothsayer: no hourglasses,no jam jars containing curios from far off lands,no crucibles nor cavernous eyes framed by mustard bone.A badly scored "Woodbine's tobacco" sign sat atop a pair of cold grey cement blocks.A sun faded skin mag lay open with pictures of bygone steaminess dotted with moth wings and dried out bugs.The seer stood close with a long bony finger tracing an 8 in the table's dust. He peered at me as a grey faced trout would eye you through the reeds.
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Vishbume, I'd like to subscribe to your newsletter sir.
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I only traveled to Eden for hope of finding a hollowed bone through trancelike clouds. Through tired eyes i search for a bell jar for which to fill with my sorrows. Finding nothing but an old bottle of Walker I realize the rosiness of the ring began to set in many Apollo's ago. The yoga bliss of a dainty rain will never unclear the wrath of the shining Icarus. Taking one last look around i hear the unforgiving click and then silence. I bow under. For when a man is drafted he has won and when he follows he is lost. 😔
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"Do turf colours show the mood of the player?", asked I.
The diviner was old but reached me in a flash! He cavorted with elán and energy, and lifted his voluminous gown over his head,kicking his long bony legs into the air to the beat of some internal strain.
He thrust his small hairless leather head between my legs and caused his gown to fall over us both.A few moments went and a smell erupted within the cocoon causing me to swoon.I feel but don't remember hitting the floor amazed as I was by the constantly changing colours of his gown before my incredulous eyes. He stood over me now with his back to me and I noted that his gown was now inside out.
"My,you are a sprightly fellow",I gasped,raising myself off the floor. -
Without turning he asked,"What colour is a fart?" To which he answered without pause,"BLUE.... Blue from the hole out!".....silence...I saw there was no more forthcoming...So with that,I took my leave more puzzled than ever,and when I got home I discovered I had a nasty rash and my profile had been reset.
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