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Pope Jim played wah wah on the theme song for the 1970's cop show The Streets of San Francisco.

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Thanks for the music Frank.

Well I'm about to get sick from watching my TV

Plook spends his weekends prowling the Neverland Ranch. He's looking for a sequined glove.

Pope Jim pretty much looks like a Ken doll naked and though thats the way it should be until he entered the high scholl gym showers, he knew then he had missing parts...

Like women with inverted nipples, Plook suffers from inverted penis. Everytime he gets a hardon, a little tent is pitched over his asshole.

LMAO...


coevad went to an American Idol try out and was ushered of by security and told he was an old fart...

Plook made a plaster cast of his genitalia like all the rockstars did. The Fantastic Voyage team is being shrunk and sent out to view the tiny depression, as it cannot be seen with the naked eye.

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad wants to be cast as a Jewish Princess when he gets his Reality TV Show...

To get likes over at dzw, Pope Jim needs an education of a special sort.

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ahhh...something to savor

Plook offered me the use of his anal probe, but I declined. He couldn't remember if he'd sterilized it.

Pope Jim has been unable to take his measurement, he has been to every hardware store and can not find an inverted tape measurer...

7 titmice = 1/2 kielbasa. I'm satisfied.

I must apologize for an earlier mistake. I misheard something in the locker room. Plook actually measures his boners with a chicken's rubber. It's called "keeping it real," people.

coevad was comparing his to a ball park frank but has recently realized what he had was a vienna sausage...

Pope Jim measures his with a rubber titmouse.

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ahhh...something to savor

Plook measures his erections with a rubber chicken.

Pope Jim never says excuse me...

Brrrrpppp!! That's true, sort of. You lose, sort of. For a couple of years back in the Eighties, I lived in an old house off of Belmont in S.E. Portland. From my back porch, I could see the back windows of all the apartment houses along Belmont on my block. One guy sometimes slept with his bare ass against the window. It wasn't a particularly lovely sight. Too scrawny. But there were a couple of girls in the house next door that enjoyed nude sunbathing. The chubby one looked a lot better naked than she ever did clothed. As I watched from my upstairs bedroom window, I caught sight of other horndogs watching from other windows.

Plook never in his life did anything as deviant as that. Plook is a Boy Scout through and through.

Pope Jim astronomical expertise comes from many years of watching his neighbor thru the window undress...

Plook is loobying hard to become the Archbishop of Mons Olympus. He's already ben there in a secret test of his snot rocket.

Pope Jim has decided to submit his tape for the reality show on mars, they will pick 10 people and send them to Mars one way and it will be a TV show, he will be the first Martian Pontiff...

Whenever Plook's on the road, he stays at the Holiday Inn. He like their Ho-bot service. It's so convenient and antiseptic. It's almost like The Church Of Appliantology, except no gay Bobs. His favorite Ho-bot is The Beyoncé 1500 with the adjustable anal cyclone feature. Ride that booty, buckaroo!

Pope Jim been examining my ass again...

Plook has a hemorrhoid.

Pope Jim is planing a trip to Brazil to search for the Headless Mule, he plans to ride it during his conquest of Rome...

Plook spews gobbledegook at random intervals. His close study of the literary output of Gary Titone tells him that this is an effective defensive tactic. Most of us already know: "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit," but Plook was on the slow end of the learning curve. He's getting there. Be patient.

Pope Jim is literally crippled by literary technique he doesn't understand, so he is offering free literature downloads to spread his rigid authentic technique because he believes others haven't grasped the lierature intent of the literalists...