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Public Displays Of Eating Meat
When your non-vegan friend eats meat in front of you. If done obnoxiously can be a form of anti-vegan activism.
Public Displays Of Eating Meat
When your non-vegan friend eats meat in front of you. If done obnoxiously can be a form of anti-vegan activism.
by Hahasobsob March 25, 2019
Get the PDOEM mug.When the nut was plentiful,
when the nut was tender
because I'm fasting from the nut,
I go outside to clear my mind
but I see a nut tree,
I see nuts of every kind
And so I being to wonder
if fasting from the nut is a blunder
should I just go crazy?
should I release the thunder?
But oh, no!
I made a bet that I could resist the nut
and I am not about it!
Best believe I'm not paying that five dollars.
A week left in my journey
for the nut I am yearning.
The nut will not bug me,
I'm not a roly poly
I am a man, the nut will not control me.
So December comes blooming,
blooming like a daisy.
Best believe, night of December;
your boy is going crazy.
when the nut was tender
because I'm fasting from the nut,
I go outside to clear my mind
but I see a nut tree,
I see nuts of every kind
And so I being to wonder
if fasting from the nut is a blunder
should I just go crazy?
should I release the thunder?
But oh, no!
I made a bet that I could resist the nut
and I am not about it!
Best believe I'm not paying that five dollars.
A week left in my journey
for the nut I am yearning.
The nut will not bug me,
I'm not a roly poly
I am a man, the nut will not control me.
So December comes blooming,
blooming like a daisy.
Best believe, night of December;
your boy is going crazy.
“I’m struggling this November”
“Let me bless you with some motivational speech, listen to this No Nut November Poem”
“Let me bless you with some motivational speech, listen to this No Nut November Poem”
by Yung_Samoan November 9, 2019
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It’s October 31, the cum is protruding
The darkness of No Nut November is blooming
I go to the bathroom, for one last time
Before I am tortured, and lose my mind
I lock the door, and go on Incognito
And watch a girl fuck herself with a Cheeto
I may go crazy, even insane
But No Nut November isn’t a game
I accept the challenge with open arms
And stop watching the videos — all rated R
‘Tis the last day of this terrible month
The torture and pain was all too much
As November fleats, you bast believe,
When December comes, I’ll be beating my meat
The darkness of No Nut November is blooming
I go to the bathroom, for one last time
Before I am tortured, and lose my mind
I lock the door, and go on Incognito
And watch a girl fuck herself with a Cheeto
I may go crazy, even insane
But No Nut November isn’t a game
I accept the challenge with open arms
And stop watching the videos — all rated R
‘Tis the last day of this terrible month
The torture and pain was all too much
As November fleats, you bast believe,
When December comes, I’ll be beating my meat
by Reno Bumsnot November 19, 2018
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by titblaster69 February 1, 2014
Get the poem hub mug.The spontaneous emission or burst of poetry, especially when spoken aloud in a stream of consciousness.
His mind sparked by the fine whiskey and good company, a poemission erupted that revealed his genuine adoration of the complicated yet complementary nature of womanhood.
by Dan Rice February 23, 2008
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Used in a snobbish way to talk about other peoples unseemly behaviour in public.
Used in a snobbish way to talk about other peoples unseemly behaviour in public.
"Darling, remember last time we went to Kaufleuten Bar when Toby was yelling at the waiter cause he brought him the wrong chardonnay?"
"OMG, how could I forget that... hope there won't be another PDOE this time..!"
"OMG, how could I forget that... hope there won't be another PDOE this time..!"
by Uelz Santana June 30, 2008
Get the pdoe mug.A short story or mere gathering of words written with feeling, often foreshadowing an underlying theme or emotion.Poems do NOT require any specific punctuation or format.Can be used to convey a certain mood to the reader, making it as if the reader is experiencing the written text. Poems also normally have strong emotional impact on those who gratefully understand good literature.
Positive poem:
I look at the world gratefully
Yes our world.
The one others think of as dull
I see as pure beauty.
From the squirrel on the ground
To the lone drifting cloud.
Beautiful each and every thing
In its own unique way
Negative poem:
Why am I here?
Why must I suffer?
What have I done
To deserve being
Left here?
Alone.
In a sea of people
So many people
Careless people.
Was it me?
Is it my fault?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Have I forgotten
A past deed undone?
Who knows.
But for now I am stuck.
In this world.
Why am I here?
Psychotic poem:
What's this?
A bug.
A small little thing.
No importance?
No purpose?
Wrong.
How do we know this bug is not
The almighty?
How do we know that all that is
Anything in this world
Isn't just a figment
Of this bugs
Imagination?
No.
We know not of where
We came from.
We can only hypothesize.
Think.
Dream.
Be gone small bug.
For if I take your life
Who knows what could happen
To the world?
Be gone bug.
Be gone.
By the way these are all 100% ORIGINAL poems written by me... Just now. ッ
I look at the world gratefully
Yes our world.
The one others think of as dull
I see as pure beauty.
From the squirrel on the ground
To the lone drifting cloud.
Beautiful each and every thing
In its own unique way
Negative poem:
Why am I here?
Why must I suffer?
What have I done
To deserve being
Left here?
Alone.
In a sea of people
So many people
Careless people.
Was it me?
Is it my fault?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Have I forgotten
A past deed undone?
Who knows.
But for now I am stuck.
In this world.
Why am I here?
Psychotic poem:
What's this?
A bug.
A small little thing.
No importance?
No purpose?
Wrong.
How do we know this bug is not
The almighty?
How do we know that all that is
Anything in this world
Isn't just a figment
Of this bugs
Imagination?
No.
We know not of where
We came from.
We can only hypothesize.
Think.
Dream.
Be gone small bug.
For if I take your life
Who knows what could happen
To the world?
Be gone bug.
Be gone.
By the way these are all 100% ORIGINAL poems written by me... Just now. ッ
by Lavvy P. ッ November 7, 2013
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