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[El Pistolero]

Recited while standing on one foot on the side of the road with a finger on my nose:

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickle peppers.
A pleck of pickle peckers, Peter Pliper plicked.
If Pleter Plipper plicked a pleck of pickle peckers,
How manshy plickle pleckersh did Peter, Paul, and Mary plick?

She Offersher...I prefectly fine.

 

[sudsmonkey]

Used to play Passout in the time when I was supposed to be in college.
Moses supposes his toses are roses- but Moses supposes erroneously- for nobodies toses are posies of roses- as Moses supposes his toses to be.
Damn, I miss that game! It gave me the head start on alcoholism that got me where I am today.

 

[Sir Sudster]

OK, Ok, I'll Play....

Sarah, Sarah, sits in her Chevrolet.
When she shifts she sips her Schlitz,
and when she sips her Schlitz she shifts.

 

[Sir Sudster]

Hey , I'm on a roll...

I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate,
And I'm only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant pluckers come.

 

[sudsmonkey]

That's really good ! Can't get through that one sober.

 

[El Pistolero]

And just why the hell are you sober?

 

[kenmc]

Hey , I'm on a roll...

I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate,
And I'm only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant pluckers come.

I think i prefer the alternative version :

I'm not a pleasant fuc.ker, I'm the pleasant fuc.kers son,
And I'm only fuc.kin' pleasant, till the pleasant fuc.ker comes.

 

[Sir Sudster]

Right on my friend.

 

[sudsmonkey]

I backslide sometimes and sober up. Haven't found a way to maintain alcohol level and sleep.
Try these:
Each sixth chick sat on a stick.

The skunk sat on a stump. The skunk thunk the stump stunk. The stump thunk the skunk stunk.

Fat Fanny fried fresh fish Friday forenoon for four famished Frenchmen.

Silly Sally shells peas. All day long she sits and shells, and shells and sits, and sits and shells.

A proper cup of coffee in a copper coffee cup.


Drinking tonight. Had to edit heavily. Where is that S. faced icon ?

 

[Sir Sudster]

Damn Man, I just spit all over my monitor. good...very good