Today marks the sixtieth anniversary of the day the music died.
I’m pretty sure Charles Manson never butt-fucked a Unicorn.
You’re a bad bad man. I spewed my tea across the room. I had the good sense to turn away from the screen.
Yet another opportunity for me to one - up Charles Manson.
And 'round and 'round we go. Who has the sparkle dust? I want to toss it in the air.
So now it comes down to anal mythobestiality.
Whatever. As long as you don’t have a swastika tattooed on your face.
A unicorn has something better on its forehead.
The Horny Foreheads would be a great band name.
Like that’s the first time its happened on the Dope. 
Not gonna bump today.
TMI
Sorry.
no problem, just do what bumping you have to do, but do it discreetly
Today’s haiku:
Elendil’s Heir bumped
But was not discreet enough
For eschereal.
mark, I love haiku
spare, elegant poetry
and so I thank you
minimalism
haiku, haiku, oh haiku
paucity of words
So sweet.
And now for the sour. 
I don’t get haiku
it doesn’t seem to rhyme much
just 5, 7, 5, done.
Nothing at all like
iambic pentameter
five iambs per line.