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  1. Poem#1015. Al was ordered under cover. He was to be shot, pierce enemy lines as a ghost and, hopefully, report back to Sgt. Ivy (a medium).* 5:57 AM Dec 4th from web
  2. Poem#1002. A cool guy from the school succeeded in kissing a girl (Amy Straw). How do you like that? Pretty darn cool I reckon. (7). 6:02 AM Dec 3rd from web
  3. Fib#1. I once looked after a bald guy. (Cont. in a book (niche)... http://www.theinvisibledot.com/products-page/?category=1&product_id=01). 5:46 AM Nov 27th from web
  4. Fib#16. My lips take up over 60% of my entire surface area. (75). 5:43 AM Nov 27th from web
  5. Fib#6. I've ridden (as in fucked) a hippo. (90). 5:31 AM Nov 27th from web
  6. Poem#997. Derreck nobbed Cathy. This all happened in the winter. (70). 4:10 AM Nov 20th from web
  7. Poem#1006. Rob, Rob, Rob, Rob and Rob - jogged down to the deed poll office in their vests. They’d sort this thing out once and for all. * 3:50 AM Nov 13th from web
  8. Poem#83. “You can’t sink!” - my dad shouted at his wedding ring. Of course, it sank. And my old man was in big trouble. (14). 3:05 AM Oct 30th from web
  9. Poem#44. Some girls. Were having a chat. A pervert. Stared at them. (66) 4:50 AM Oct 23rd from web
  10. Poem#24. “If you honestly mean that -". She narrowed her eyes. “Then say it again now that you’re not blind drunk”. I tried not to smile.* 6:03 AM Oct 9th from web
  11. Poem#934. My great uncle. Is a great uncle. But a terrible great uncle. (61). 8:21 AM Oct 8th from web
  12. Poem#976. Lee put 50p in his piggy bank every day for 2 years. He smashed it open. There was only £4 in there! His cellmate seemed to wink.* 2:11 AM Sep 18th from web
  13. Poem#145. Last night Matt got in a punch-up. It all started when he thumped a Chinese girl. (43). 2:12 AM Sep 16th from web
  14. Poem#364. “I don’t need you if all you’re gonna do is gawp at me” - Gladys snarled at her lover. The candlelight played on her breasts.(1) 8:22 AM Sep 4th from web
  15. Poem#320. A sly Christian fell for her vicar. She did double-praying. God listened; made her prettier. And, one Sunday, she pulled him.(0) 10:02 AM Aug 28th from web
  16. Poem#85. A prozzie dug her nails into a randy client. He stopped his “funny business”. They held talks. They started having sex again.(0). 4:26 AM Aug 21st from web
  17. Poem#972. After some months Perkins landed on a plan. He’d buy Ethel some earrings. (49). 9:42 AM Aug 19th from web
  18. Poem#140. Eight voles were chatting. The tiniest one started nodding off. He hit his thigh hard. “Come on!” This was an important meeting.* 9:41 AM Aug 14th from web
  19. Poem#293. Jodie spread her legs and called to me “Come here!” I whipped off my cords, threw down my apple, and staggered towards her. (1). 2:21 AM Aug 12th from web
  20. Poem#636 (extract). "I counted my wife’s hands..." - Cont. in THE SLUTCRACKER. 1st show tonight. Edinburgh. http://bit.ly/sUYay. (7). 2:26 AM Aug 5th from web