Orwell's Mobile Songs

you are a precious thing.

 {{{Gawd... I don't know if she's trying picking me up or just being nice... Women -- they're so fucking mysterious...   }}}


{{{Why do I think things like this?   I often feel so hallucinatory in this place... [sniff] [sniff].. Hey! is that pipeweed I can smell wafting through the Forumshire air? Petty! Petty McCracken!!!!!!!!!!!! }}}

Hey! What goes on in my barrel stays in my barrel! Except on Tuesdays when I fumigate.   

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Hey! What goes on in my barrel stays in my barrel! Except on Tuesdays when I fumigate.   

What is it you actually use to 'fumigate'? {{{Mirabella was inquiring}}}.

I'm loving your songs, Orwell! And your missus' pussy is ever so delightful to watch.

What is it you actually use to 'fumigate'? - Orwell

 And a big meal of buckie curry. Blow away the cobwebs (and incidentally knocks out all insects, or in fact mammals for that matter in range)
Better oot than in as ma ole granpaw used to say  

 

Pettytyrant101 wrote:What is it you actually use to 'fumigate'? - Orwell

 And a big meal of buckie curry. Blow away the cobwebs (and incidentally knocks out all insects, or in fact mammals for that matter in range)
Better oot than in as ma ole granpaw used to say  

My mind boggles -- what are you actually saying?

what are you actually saying?- Orwell

Dont visit on Tuesdays.

  

Eldorion wrote:I'm loving your songs, Orwell!  And your missus' pussy is ever so delightful to watch.

You know, I didn't even ask her permission to reveal her pussy to the world! I mean - in a sense - I filmed her pussy secretly. I mean, she was asleep in bed when I did the recording... In my current state of self-doubt, I wonder if she'd approve! Best she not find out.

Pettytyrant101 wrote:what are you actually saying?- Orwell

Dont visit on Tuesdays.

Righty-oh!   

I especially appreciate how your singing partner picked up and left halfway through. Me, I'd still be traumatized after that kind of treatment, but you soldier on.

halfwise wrote:I especially appreciate how your singing partner picked up and left halfway through.  Me, I'd still be traumatized after that kind of treatment, but you soldier on.

Orwell McOdo is used to trauma, Halfy,
And, please, it's not something for be laughy!

And as to the next piece of soulful floofy -
No hurt feeling's were felt by Mrs McOdo's pussy!   









"Sailor Songs from the Days of Gay Skattykatzenberg" by Sigurd Herringbone.


Words channelled by Wisey Banks.

Wisey Banks wrote:


Words from: the "Lost Drunken Poems: 'Soft Pussies and Pert Puppies' Collection" - by T.S. Elliot.

Channelled by Wisey Banks.

HOLY CRAP!!!! MY PUSSY IS ON YOUTUBE!!!!!!!                                       

*wipes eyes* ooooooooohyeahbaby!!!!     

Orwell wrote:
A Skattykatzenberg boy
Hello sailor – ahoy!
Such succulent thighs
Make a grown hobbit sigh
As he walks by - curiously by.

Ringo son of Homo --- Herring
Herring – Herring – Herring

A Fisk fishing lad
You don’t look half bad
With your Nordic fringe
The grown hobbits sing
Zing-a-ding ding
zing-a-ding-ding.

Ringo son of Homo --- Herring
Herring – Herring – Herring....

I've missed these, Wisey

Wisey Banks wrote:


Words from: the "Lost Drunken Poems: 'Soft Pussies and Pert Puppies' Collection" - by T.S. Elliot.

Channelled by Wisey Banks.

I couldn't find an emoticon that expressed how I laughed at this, Orwell, but you may take that for praise. I could listen to this over and over again   

Mrs Figg wrote:

HOLY CRAP!!!! MY PUSSY IS ON YOUTUBE!!!!!!!                                       

*wipes eyes* ooooooooohyeahbaby!!!!     

Umm... that was actually my Missus's ginger pussy, Mrs Figg.   Am I to believe you and my Missus have very similar pussies?   

Wisey Banks wrote:

halfwise wrote:I especially appreciate how your singing partner picked up and left halfway through.  Me, I'd still be traumatized after that kind of treatment, but you soldier on.

Orwell McOdo is used to trauma, Halfy,
And, please, it's not something for be laughy!

And as to the next piece of soulful floofy -
No hurt feeling's were felt by Mrs McOdo's pussy!   








"Sailor Songs from the Days of Gay Skattykatzenberg" by Sigurd Herringbone.


Words channelled by Wisey Banks.

You've made my day with these two songs, Orwell, and it's only 01:41 here yet, not two hours into the new day :lol!:Please keep posting vids of Wisey's songs - I didn't think they could get any funnier, but they're brought to perfection now

Ringdrotten wrote:I couldn't find an emoticon that expressed how I laughed at this, Orwell, but you may take that for praise. I could listen to this over and over again   

You did not, by chance, recognise the --- errrm...  fictional boy .... in the second song, did you?  

Wisey Banks wrote:

halfwise wrote:I especially appreciate how your singing partner picked up and left halfway through.  Me, I'd still be traumatized after that kind of treatment, but you soldier on.

Orwell McOdo is used to trauma, Halfy,
And, please, it's not something for be laughy!

And as to the next piece of soulful floofy -
No hurt feeling's were felt by Mrs McOdo's pussy!   






"Sailor Songs from the Days of Gay Skattykatzenberg" by Sigurd Herringbone.


Words channelled by Wisey Banks.

Listening to this put tears in my eyes. Poetry does that sometimes, you know.

so can hemorrhoids   

Orwell wrote:

Mrs Figg wrote:

HOLY CRAP!!!! MY PUSSY IS ON YOUTUBE!!!!!!!                                       

*wipes eyes* ooooooooohyeahbaby!!!!     

Umm... that was actually my Missus's ginger pussy, Mrs Figg.   Am I to believe you and my Missus have very similar pussies?   

well not really, my pussy is long haired and grey.   

Wisey has been moved by your current situation to do some instant channeling --- as I have been inspired to make a heartfelt tune... We're waiting for it to be uploaded to You Tube, Mrs Figg...   


{{{The Age of Instant Song Channelling, is it? By gom!   }}} 

A sad tale, but it needs to be told,
For aren't we all getting old?
Pussies and Puppies, Paupers and Toffs,
Even tasty Scotshobbit sausages go off!





From Drunken Songs: Plush Pussies and Pert Puppies (or something similar from memory) by T.S. Elliott

Channelled by Wisey Banks

 

That would make a great campfire song.