Billiards is in the liver of the moon.
We must discern light.
Sadly, our blissful orgy is over too soon,
the hula hoops chewed on them.
We must discern light.
Sadly, our blissful orgy is over too soon,
the hula hoops chewed on them.
Pool is a spherical pursuit
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I'll take a pound of that please.. Johnnyt
Me too....might help.me play better tonight.:grin-square:
Post of the year candidate. :thumbup:
Much rather read pool poems and haiku(s) then most of the redundant drivel on here.
Much rather read pool poems and haiku(s) then most of the redundant drivel on here.
This is about what happened to me when I tried to beat the pro 9 ball ghost on 4" pockets!
Is pot legal in your state?
Pool is a spherical pursuit because human beings are fascinated by round objects. We come by it naturally.
The Sun, the Moon, and the stars are all round. So are basketballs, golf balls, soccer balls, foot balls (kinda), and of course, billiard balls.
Much of our food is round. Cantaloupes, donuts, meatballs, matzo, oranges, and grapes (kinda).
Most guys, but not all, prefer their women to have round breasts and asses. No doubt reminiscent of the times when our early ancestors looked up in wonder at a full moon.
Many of our cities have streets that radiate from a center, oddly enough called a square, like the spokes on a wheel, which is also round.
Roundness can be found in every facet of life. Our parents wanted us to be well-rounded adults. Prosperity is just 'round the next corner. And, what comes 'round, goes 'round.
We just can't help ourselves when it comes to being round.
Oh yeah, the next time you come 'round the pool hall we'll play some One Pocket. See ya 'round. :smile:
The Sun, the Moon, and the stars are all round. So are basketballs, golf balls, soccer balls, foot balls (kinda), and of course, billiard balls.
Much of our food is round. Cantaloupes, donuts, meatballs, matzo, oranges, and grapes (kinda).
Most guys, but not all, prefer their women to have round breasts and asses. No doubt reminiscent of the times when our early ancestors looked up in wonder at a full moon.
Many of our cities have streets that radiate from a center, oddly enough called a square, like the spokes on a wheel, which is also round.
Roundness can be found in every facet of life. Our parents wanted us to be well-rounded adults. Prosperity is just 'round the next corner. And, what comes 'round, goes 'round.
We just can't help ourselves when it comes to being round.
Oh yeah, the next time you come 'round the pool hall we'll play some One Pocket. See ya 'round. :smile:
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
But the moon has turned green
The liver to bile
The light we discerned
Only lasted a while
The orgy is over
First me and then you
Once an ocean of green
Now tournament blue
The hula hoops growl
Now ready to bite
Where superspeed's ruled
Now an artemis blight
The liver to bile
The light we discerned
Only lasted a while
The orgy is over
First me and then you
Once an ocean of green
Now tournament blue
The hula hoops growl
Now ready to bite
Where superspeed's ruled
Now an artemis blight
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Have you guys noticed that Brumback seems to tread warily around y'all lately...
...he's thinking of moving to Cincinnati....
..when Jalapus gets out, please show John the papers that say he's sane...
....he's a bundle of nerves
:rotflmao1:
u talkin to me?? wth.ya'll talkin about?John B.
John, did you see the poem that started this thread?
There has got to be something in the water around Lexington....
...get out of that area while you can!
Hickory dickory dock,
Put slow players onto the clock.
So tighten the rack,
Then pull out your stack,
And raise the bet. You're a lock!
Put slow players onto the clock.
So tighten the rack,
Then pull out your stack,
And raise the bet. You're a lock!
Barry, Barry, quite contrary,
How does your tournament grow?
With only one sex, and bouncy checks,
And pretty promises all in a row.
How does your tournament grow?
With only one sex, and bouncy checks,
And pretty promises all in a row.