The Isolated Blurt Thread XIX: Ice Cream Has No Bones

[neci]

manu.

 

[neci]

i loved manu before i ever knew of manu's balls. i always wonder what happened.there are so many stories.

 

[Saint Peter]

Where are your Manus? Send them out, so we can have sex with them!

Yeah! Send those fuckers out!!

 

[neci]

pop manu!

 

[neci]

and all his hoes.

 

[Saint Peter]

drop kick me Manu
thru the goalposts of life

 

[neci]

i can hardly hang onto these balls.

 

[thør]

i can hardly hang onto these balls.

Play bocce with them.

 

[trysail]

Dayum.


Caught two foul balls at the ballyard tonight. We came away with three in total— that's a first. Those seats are actually dangerous. You damn well better pay attention 'cause you're on the front row about 70' from the batter's box. A foul ball from a left handed hitter can take your head off.

A woman I used to know always brought her "baseball handbag" when she sat next door. The thing was about 36" × 36" and was big enough that she was able to take cover behind it when a rocket shot came in our direction.

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[Spins]

Only one person responded to my Isolated Blurt Personals post.

<sighs>

 

[IrezumiKiss]

this is when i call manu.

this is the music of my soul.

http://www.afropop.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/manu-dibango.jpg

 

[boomslanger]

My eyes are like fucking pissholes in the snow.

But your lips.. Those lips!! been waiting for them for so long Young fortuna! you are beginning to grow on me...

Boom Da Doomed

 

[HoneyFortune]

Ha!

 

[butters]

legal document created and downloaded: tick
fried egg sandwiches created and consumed: tick
printer dug out, set up, and doc printed: pending


*sips coffee*

 

[butters]

when it lacks attention, invoke his name.

 

[yossi]

http://i.imgur.com/ytC3jRIh.jpg

 

[Saint Peter]

dolf!!

 

[pointless]

mercenary.

 

[yossi]

Someone take me out to breakfast.

 

[pointless]

fuck that. you get crunch berries or frosted miniwheats. that's it.

 

[yossi]

I want eggs and homefries. And maybe porkroll or bacon. I haven't decided yet.

Pumpernickel toast with butter.

 

[butters]

the world outside is filled with smells of baked earth and sounds of falling wetness

 

[Saint Peter]

"I would like a side of scrapple and five shots of cheap whiskey to chase it down with."

 

[yossi]

The whiskey masks the disappointment.

 

[pointless]

there's also yogurt. it's like breakfast pudding.