No Orgies (Yet)
December 01, 2004
The Union got me drunk on bad home-made wine, which I drank surrounded by nubile bodies. Despite my intoxication I managed to keep my clothes on. WLUSU parties are no orgies of flesh. We don’t have enough sense to drink the wine, smash the glasses against the walls, and remove our clothes right there in the Senate chamber while shouting fragments of poetry like so:
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures sootePosted by Tudor at 09:48 PM in Various Positions | TrackBack
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
Your dog dies
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness!
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
Which way I flie is Hell; myself am Hell;
buttocks, backs of the knees, the cock
in our mouth, ah the cock in our mouth
Comments
LOL. you’re masturbed!
Posted by: Visionary Indian Friend on December 02, 2004 at 06:51 AMIs that the FYC Wine & Cheese? Small turnout. They should really stop having those things in the S&B Chamber. The extra open space makes it look more pathetic.
Posted by: Shirley on December 02, 2004 at 01:36 PMYes, that was the FYC Wine & (no) Cheese. The show started at 6:00 and when I showed up 6:30 there was only a handful of people left and no cheese. The big, empty room felt lonely.
Posted by: Tudor on December 02, 2004 at 05:04 PMI love your poem
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