Lacanian psychoanalytic babble that spices up the critique with the word play needs the well educated postmod whitey has come to expect in a performance read.
Where are professor Johnson's argument lagged she employed Lacanian peppershnippel to cover her tracks, and keep her would-be critics amused and at bay.
by barleycorn January 30, 2021
To sit with your bong on an eve facing North where sea of stars cascade in her eyes and you torch up and make mad love and get into the groove, as the Madonna used to say.
When she ran her hand up my gland I no longer felt comfortably and bourgeois bland and put my hand on the bong and played the blues on it like it was a saxophone weeping for joy in the early morning hours of new love -- oh, sweet jeezuz, bongulate!
by barleycorn July 17, 2021
There came a knock at the door and when Benny opened the creaking device for entry a booming voice said "Rosebud", filling Benny with hysterical verbophobia and a need to run as fast as his porcine legs would carry him to the nearest bedroom, wherein he dove headfirst under the bed and lay there like Jim Bowie waiting for Santa Ana to jangle in and roust his fearful ass, saying, "Pie alamo?"
by barleycorn March 02, 2021
We tried to come up with a playful nickname for our gonads, and thought hairy walnuts, then dangling ganglia, before Timmy cracked us up with mabs, an acronym meaning manly angry bongos. It had the ring of truth and we played along.
by barleycorn July 23, 2021
Her breath was so gargoylic it made me want to seek sanctuary in a cathedral. I pounded and pounded on Little Heaven's door while she spoke on and on, hummus dribble on her lips.
by barleycorn July 29, 2021
Abbie told the nice CIA recruiters at UMass-Amherst, looking to find new war criminals in illegal wars, to find some trim and quimbrim where the sperm don't swim.
by barleycorn October 31, 2021
When the CIA came to UMass, my alma mater, intent on recruiting new losers to their criminal cause in Central America, Abbie Hoffman and Amy Carter marched right up to that table and uttered, quimbrim, and proceeded to lie on the floor for dramatic effect. The agency fellow snapped a pic. And then we heard Abbie had died of an overdose. A business card was found at Abbie's place that said: Duane was here.
by barleycorn November 03, 2021