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shortbread squirt by GozUnlimited July 14, 2016
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Caramel Shortbread
A multi-racial thressome. Where a white person is on the bottom, an asian is in the middle and a black person is on top.
Caramel Shortbread by the resourceful five April 9, 2011
shortbread fever
1. A persistent, obsessive sexual desire towards females of North European (and in particular Scottish) descent.
2. An acute, often fatal, infectious febrile disease of northern climates transmitted in every box of Walkers shortbread.
2. An acute, often fatal, infectious febrile disease of northern climates transmitted in every box of Walkers shortbread.
1. I've got a bad case of shortbread fever: I just can't stop thinking about Guinevere's fire bush.
2. I've got a bad case of shortbread fever. I know eating Walkers shortbread gives me gastrointestinal hemorrhaging, but I just can't get enough of this stuff.
2. I've got a bad case of shortbread fever. I know eating Walkers shortbread gives me gastrointestinal hemorrhaging, but I just can't get enough of this stuff.
shortbread fever by Argyle4Brkfst December 15, 2008
shortyz
noun; half Canadian, half Mexican, he which inspires such rhymes as: "His name is shortyz, he's the best; all the deejays want to feel his breasts"
The shorteez
The people Sir loin is rapping about. Bring him food, anything, they don't care if its ugly and cold or covered with mold, its 4 da shorteez!
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (For da Shorteez)
4 da Shorteez, gather round let me tell you something. 4 da Shorteez, can’t you hear them little stomachs rumble’n. 4 da Shorteez, yo, you go’n to eat that rake of mutt’n? 4 da Shorteez, the shorteez short of some love’n.
Come on, My name is Sirloin, badass bovine. I Got four stomachs balling, what’s coming to mine. Just a little empty belly with a vacancy sign. Kind of like close encounters of the charity kind.
You got can goods, just collecting dust. You got the meat, got the fruit, got vegetables. Only prerequisite that it’s eatable. Get your freak on at my freaky fruit festival. Cold cuts a must, I’ll even take bread crust, cuz the shorteez be begg’n and beggars don’t give a fuck. They’s hungry, let’s face facts they’s starved, fell the pull in your heart, so fill your shopping cart.
For da Shorteez. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees) For da Shorteez y’all. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees). For da Shorteez.
Think at what at stake, look upon you plate. If it’s a slab of stake, time to regurgitate. You got a dozen chins, while little Jim’s to slim. Your finger could fit in that little kid’s exposed ribs. Just think of all the shorteez, can’t you hear them cry? Time to cough up that burger and fry. Hand over left overs. Cans piled up high? Give them to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won’t die.
Stop the famine please. Instead of eating ham and cheese. Throw away your greens. You’ll be pissing on a dream. Give me all your onion rings, it’s alright listen. Slice of pizza, it don’t matter if a bit’s miss’n. Prime rib, pork chop, porter house it don’t stop. Might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it’s a lot. They’ve been hungry since birth, so hand over your dessert. Open up you mouth, stick your finger down it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries. Cuz a little baby scream’n man I need a hoagie. Somebody hold me. Somebody console me. Somebody boil me up a pot of pierogies. Think of what we’re face’n. All those little faces. Come on let’s erase this. 4 da shorteez. (Cheek it out)
Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez you’ll. For the Shorteeeeeeeez.
Got crackers, got chips, got pudd’n cups. You’d be surprised what little shorteez like to munch. Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement. Could be a bag of old dippers, they call that lunch. Mayonnaise been out for a couple of days. Go get corpses, scabs and eggs. Sweet bread, pig heads, horses heads too. What to drop it like a habit? Here’s what you do. (For da shorteeeeeeeez)
612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue!
But, Please no more canned yams, seriously man, we got more canned yams then we know what to do wit. mc pee pants in the, I mean uh, SirLoin’s in the house, and I’m out.
TV Ending:
mc pee in the..., SirLoin in the hizze and don’t you for-gizze.
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (Doing it for da Shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeeez (For da Shorteez)
4 da Shorteez, gather round let me tell you something. 4 da Shorteez, can’t you hear them little stomachs rumble’n. 4 da Shorteez, yo, you go’n to eat that rake of mutt’n? 4 da Shorteez, the shorteez short of some love’n.
Come on, My name is Sirloin, badass bovine. I Got four stomachs balling, what’s coming to mine. Just a little empty belly with a vacancy sign. Kind of like close encounters of the charity kind.
You got can goods, just collecting dust. You got the meat, got the fruit, got vegetables. Only prerequisite that it’s eatable. Get your freak on at my freaky fruit festival. Cold cuts a must, I’ll even take bread crust, cuz the shorteez be begg’n and beggars don’t give a fuck. They’s hungry, let’s face facts they’s starved, fell the pull in your heart, so fill your shopping cart.
For da Shorteez. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees) For da Shorteez y’all. (4 da shorteeeeeeeeeeeeees). For da Shorteez.
Think at what at stake, look upon you plate. If it’s a slab of stake, time to regurgitate. You got a dozen chins, while little Jim’s to slim. Your finger could fit in that little kid’s exposed ribs. Just think of all the shorteez, can’t you hear them cry? Time to cough up that burger and fry. Hand over left overs. Cans piled up high? Give them to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won’t die.
Stop the famine please. Instead of eating ham and cheese. Throw away your greens. You’ll be pissing on a dream. Give me all your onion rings, it’s alright listen. Slice of pizza, it don’t matter if a bit’s miss’n. Prime rib, pork chop, porter house it don’t stop. Might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it’s a lot. They’ve been hungry since birth, so hand over your dessert. Open up you mouth, stick your finger down it could be worse.
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries. Cuz a little baby scream’n man I need a hoagie. Somebody hold me. Somebody console me. Somebody boil me up a pot of pierogies. Think of what we’re face’n. All those little faces. Come on let’s erase this. 4 da shorteez. (Cheek it out)
Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez. Doing it for da Shorteez you’ll. For the Shorteeeeeeeez.
Got crackers, got chips, got pudd’n cups. You’d be surprised what little shorteez like to munch. Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement. Could be a bag of old dippers, they call that lunch. Mayonnaise been out for a couple of days. Go get corpses, scabs and eggs. Sweet bread, pig heads, horses heads too. What to drop it like a habit? Here’s what you do. (For da shorteeeeeeeez)
612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue, what? 612 Wharf Avenue!
But, Please no more canned yams, seriously man, we got more canned yams then we know what to do wit. mc pee pants in the, I mean uh, SirLoin’s in the house, and I’m out.
TV Ending:
mc pee in the..., SirLoin in the hizze and don’t you for-gizze.
The shorteez by Dreamparacite May 10, 2005
shortbread
NachoLess: Look at that fucking twat they’re such a shortbread and a fucking crudder
Big bloke: true preach pop off king you don’t know nobody
Big bloke: true preach pop off king you don’t know nobody
shortbread by big_nacho November 19, 2021