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Let's try that soda on it..anything will do! Pronto!

Oh the moon shone bright on Mrs Porter

And on her daughter.

They wash their feet in soda water

- T.S. Eliot, 'The Waste Land'

 

Except in the music-hall ditty he took that from, it was not their feet they washed with soda water. :confused:

 

...well, you all brought the bidet into it! :D

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Oh the moon shone bright on Mrs Porter

And on her daughter.

They wash their feet in soda water

- T.S. Eliot, 'The Waste Land'

 

Except in the music-hall ditty he took that from, it was not their feet they washed with soda water. :confused:

 

...well, you all brought the bidet into it! :D

Only AdamS can bring us up from the gutter to literary heights. And right back down again.... :)

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In the meantime!

 

Eliot had a reputation for being a stodgy poet, but he’s one of the most well-known Modernists and responsible for some of the most widely read poems in the English language (The Waste Land and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock being two of his most famous). But in his early years he wrote a series of scatological limericks including the racist caricature of a well-endowed ruler named “King Bolo.” One of the stanzas reads:

 

King Bolo’s Royal Body Guard

Were called ‘The Jersey Lilies’—

A bold and bestial set of blacks

Undaunted by syphilis.

They wore the national uniform

Of a garland of verbenas

And a pair of big black hairy balls

And a big black hairy penis.

 

Another example of Eliot’s latent dirty verse is in his poem The Triumph of Bullsh*t. The Oxford English Dictionary cites the poem, which was not published during Eliot’s lifetime, as the first use of the word “bullsh*t.” It ends with the following stanza:

 

And when thyself with silver foot shalt pass

Among the Theories scattered on the grass

Take up my good intentions with the rest

And then for Christ’s sake stick them up your ass.

 

http://m.mentalfloss.com/article.php?id=51028

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Ok I need to rethink the "date" scenario I enjoy. I dislike the idea of my companion starving while I eat a hearty meal. :( I also dislike the other idea. :confused:

 

Not on my watch! We are dinning well, going for a show, we go dancing and if I did my preparation correctly when we get to the hotel I am still pristine like the miraculous spring waters at Lourdes.

 

Don't make it complicated guys! Getting to know your body is really easy. It just takes practice.

 

After I learned the right technique I can remember only two instances in which I was not perfectly clean in ten years of escorting. (And it was not cataclysmic either) Ironically enough, one of those times was with a frequent poster here, so he must be reading my posts thinking "You are one to have an opinion!" :D:(

 

Everyone gets well fed, everyone gets well fucked. Life would be really terrible if we had to choose between pleasures.

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In the meantime!

 

Eliot had a reputation for being a stodgy poet, but he’s one of the most well-known Modernists and responsible for some of the most widely read poems in the English language (The Waste Land and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock being two of his most famous). But in his early years he wrote a series of scatological limericks including the racist caricature of a well-endowed ruler named “King Bolo.” One of the stanzas reads:

 

King Bolo’s Royal Body Guard

Were called ‘The Jersey Lilies’—

A bold and bestial set of blacks

Undaunted by syphilis.

They wore the national uniform

Of a garland of verbenas

And a pair of big black hairy balls

And a big black hairy penis.

 

Another example of Eliot’s latent dirty verse is in his poem The Triumph of Bullsh*t. The Oxford English Dictionary cites the poem, which was not published during Eliot’s lifetime, as the first use of the word “bullsh*t.” It ends with the following stanza:

 

And when thyself with silver foot shalt pass

Among the Theories scattered on the grass

Take up my good intentions with the rest

And then for Christ’s sake stick them up your ass.

 

http://m.mentalfloss.com/article.php?id=51028

Wondrous way to get us back on thread, ASmith! Back to sticking things up our arses and not fasting....

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