he fucks. crash bandicoot fucks. nothing you say, do, or believe says otherwise. the beast fucks. he ravishes his lovers deeply and frequently. the man goes at it. sometimes with a wompa fruit. crash bandicoot fuck. not gonna lie.
if i ever become a millionaire the first thing i’ll do once my bank account hits 7 digits is commission iguanamouth to do an unusual hoard of every other unusual hoard shes ever drawn. every single item from every other hoard, no exceptions. i’ll also hire somebody to check and make sure she didnt miss any by making a spreadsheet cataloging each item from each hoard individually and then going over the checklist again and double check the megahoard to make sure she didnt miss any.
wow ! what a good post :) ! thank you for sharing. anyway this is the outfit im going to wear while im hunting you down for sport
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong
About Homer’s wine-ey sea!
Colours are a matter
Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux
And meanings they drift
But the word purple
You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple,
My friends, is old
And refers to a pigment
once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs
From the wine-dark sea
You make a dye:
Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome,
to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’,
for clothes so fancy,
Entered English
By the ninth century
.
Why then are voilets
Not purple in song?
The dye from this mollusc,
known for so long
Is almost magenta;
More red than blue.
The concept of purple
is old, and yet new.
The dye is red,
So this might be true:
Roses are purple
And violets are blue
.
While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
