Geraint

Geraint

@geraintg.bsky.social

I'm not crying over spilt milk, I'm weeping for the plight of unborn cheese

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As it's National Poetry Day, I'll punt this one again There once was a young man from Harrow Who tried to have sex with a sparrow The sparrow said "no, you can't have a go because the hole in my arse is too narrow"

"If the doors of perception are cleansed, you can make a start on the windows, and make sure you get right in the corners." William Blake's mum. 1976 - 1978.

Last client of the week cancelled. So there's nothing else for it but to retreat to the shed and ponder the rainfall #shed #shedlife #shedwardwoodwood

Poet, author, miner, soldier

Revan@revan.eurosky.social

Enough “what would you do on the commune questions” If you got sent back 100 years and were given your grandparent’s job, what are you doing?

Ray Brooks

Nanoraptor@nanoraptor.danamania.com

You suddenly get a narrator describing your life and there’s no way to turn it off - everyone can hear it. While shopping, at work, at home, with friends - the voice narrating your every move goes on. Who do you hope is the voice of this narrator?

🎵Her penis, her penis, the greatest gift that I posses I thank the Lord that I've been blessed With more than my share of her penis🎵

Natasha Devon@natashadevon.bsky.social

Breaking - Michael Deacon of the telegraph issues ‘everyone stop saying ‘her penis’’ challenge …

I hope those £13.75 memory insoles aren't as good as they're advertised, because I've just called them a pair of overpriced twats and told them to fuck off.

When I was married I used to watch porn on rewind so I could fantasise about a woman putting her clothes on and leaving the house on time.

I found a tired and confused bumble bee crawling around my kitchen earlier but I refused to give it anything because they only spend it on drink.

I refused to watch the Grand National as my principles preclude me from participating in the exploitation of animals that don't taste very nice.