Hi Dozo !!! Ah-no.... Ohio-Go-Zi-Mus !!! E-Ka-Ga-Dis-Ka ??? Choto Nihongo Robbuck-san !!! :thumb: ROFLOL !!!Robbuck wrote:Watashi nihongo choto de hamashimasu.. you better watch you tongue!!WestEndHoagies wrote:Tyrone de ningen
ga kyukei wo tabete
isugichyata.
Hoagie Haiku
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- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
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Re: Nihongo wo hanasemasu ka?
- DonkeyHoagie
- Member
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Wed May 16, 2007 4:05 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
- Location: Seville, Spain
- Contact:
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Jerry, I know myself. And if I'm on the streets, and it starts to go down, I don't back off, until it's finished.
http://www.dotpenn.com
http://www.dotpenn.com
Hoagie Tanka Waka
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
- DonkeyHoagie
- Member
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Wed May 16, 2007 4:05 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
- Location: Seville, Spain
- Contact:
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Jerry, I know myself. And if I'm on the streets, and it starts to go down, I don't back off, until it's finished.
http://www.dotpenn.com
http://www.dotpenn.com
- WestEndHoagies
- New Member
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:18 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
"It has become appallingly clear that our hoagies have surpassed our humanity." ~ Albert Einstein
- Conan_the_Hoagarian
- Member
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Wed Apr 25, 2007 3:54 pm
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
In hoagie wars, the only victim is good taste.
- WestEndHoagies
- New Member
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:18 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
"It has become appallingly clear that our hoagies have surpassed our humanity." ~ Albert Einstein
- Conan_the_Hoagarian
- Member
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Wed Apr 25, 2007 3:54 pm
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
In hoagie wars, the only victim is good taste.
- WestEndHoagies
- New Member
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:18 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
"It has become appallingly clear that our hoagies have surpassed our humanity." ~ Albert Einstein
- Conan_the_Hoagarian
- Member
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Wed Apr 25, 2007 3:54 pm
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
In hoagie wars, the only victim is good taste.
- WestEndHoagies
- New Member
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:18 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
"It has become appallingly clear that our hoagies have surpassed our humanity." ~ Albert Einstein
- Conan_the_Hoagarian
- Member
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Wed Apr 25, 2007 3:54 pm
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Al-Qaeda stops at nothing
To get a taste of East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And he won't eat at East End!
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Al-Qaeda stops at nothing
To get a taste of East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And he won't eat at East End!
In hoagie wars, the only victim is good taste.
- DonkeyHoagie
- Member
- Posts: 80
- Joined: Wed May 16, 2007 4:05 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
- Location: Seville, Spain
- Contact:
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Al-Qaeda stops at nothing
To get a taste of East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And he won't eat at East End!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Al-Qaeda stops at nothing
To get a taste of East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And he won't eat at East End!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
Jerry, I know myself. And if I'm on the streets, and it starts to go down, I don't back off, until it's finished.
http://www.dotpenn.com
http://www.dotpenn.com
- Conan_the_Hoagarian
- Member
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Wed Apr 25, 2007 3:54 pm
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Mac-Qaeda stops at nothing
Issued fatwa on East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And halal excludes hoagies!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
In this solemn hour
Don't underrate the grave task
which lies before us
The upstart Macs must be crushed
Grind their onions into dust.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Mac-Qaeda stops at nothing
Issued fatwa on East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And halal excludes hoagies!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
In this solemn hour
Don't underrate the grave task
which lies before us
The upstart Macs must be crushed
Grind their onions into dust.
In hoagie wars, the only victim is good taste.
- WestEndHoagies
- New Member
- Posts: 19
- Joined: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:18 pm
- If Mike has 13 apples, and gives six to Jane, how many does he have left?: 13
Peter Sellers say...
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Mac-Qaeda stops at nothing
Issued fatwa on East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And halal excludes hoagies!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
In this solemn hour
Don't underrate the grave task
which lies before us
The upstart Macs must be crushed
Grind their onions into dust.
East End and Macs suck.
Eat at a real hoagie place.
West End hoagie shop.
We can still march on them though.
Burn them to the ground, I say.
It, "Carefully, carefully,
to catch a minkey."
East End say it, "Carefully,
carefully, to make hoagie."
The French have no place
In Tyrone's hoagie kitchens
They have they're own strengths
For instance, eating foie gras
And yelling I surrender.
d*mn! Tourette Syndrome
Ruins my haiku.
Dogwood tree! Anus!
Crippled rooster struts no more
Medication does little.
Shouts of nothingness.
Struggle to describe East End.
None fully succeed.
Sandwich Perfection comes close.
Dogwood tree, anus. - way off.
The rules are quite clear
No haiku hijack
You earn your gold star.
Let's then proceed. Where were we?
Ah yes. Dogwood tree. Anus.
Angus? Oh! Anus.
I dreamt of angus hoagie.
Sphincters make poor treats.
Let us revolt, harboring
Angus and anus for all.
Sphincters make poor treats
Unless they're in East End franks
Plump when you cookem.
WestEndHoagies confuses
this with frankfurter waka.
Ha! Waka shmaka.
Conan was a warrior,
Thus liking all meat.
East End will see the light,
filling rolls with dog delight.
As I sit at home
Popping my sixteenth Rolaid
Acid travels up
Warms up my esophagus
East End better second time
Eating second time?
That's what I call "Girly Man."
Real man never stops.
How about you buy new tool?
I use East End feeding bag.
Girly man? Sounds like
Classic case of projection.
Whatsa matter son?
Didn't mommy bweastfeed you?
You mispell angus hoagie?
"Make hoagie, not war."
is what I have always said.
From onions, come peace.
East End is intervention.
It's more pleasure, less tension.
Hmmm. Peace in our time
Lovely thought,but quite naive.
Protect the homeland.
Mac-Qaeda stops at nothing
Issued fatwa on East End
I love the smell of
onions in the morning. Smells
like gastronomy.
You know Osama don't surf.
And halal excludes hoagies!
Mine eyes have seen the
coming of the hoagie wars
we have trampled on
The village where the onions
of wrath are stored. March on truth!
In this solemn hour
Don't underrate the grave task
which lies before us
The upstart Macs must be crushed
Grind their onions into dust.
East End and Macs suck.
Eat at a real hoagie place.
West End hoagie shop.
We can still march on them though.
Burn them to the ground, I say.
"It has become appallingly clear that our hoagies have surpassed our humanity." ~ Albert Einstein