You are a lyrical/poetic genius, if I was your girlfriend I would want to shrimp with you all the time...
2006-07-27 15:26:32
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answered by Gypsy 5
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I think you over reacted too much and didn't do what you were suppose to do b/c you did something she didn't like. I think you should've done a poem in which you could've express your love towards her, or explain her great moments you an her have had, or just something great for her, girls always like that! I suggest you to rethin and rewrite another poem, b/c I didn't like it at all, sorry to tell you that, but try once again!
2006-07-27 15:06:42
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answered by Peter 2
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What the heck is shrimping? Why would you associate sex with something that smells like fish? You or your girlfriend?
2006-07-27 15:06:29
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answered by Maggie 2
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2016-10-15 07:04:56
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answered by ? 4
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DUDE! you sound like Bubba.
.. shrimp-kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's pineapple shrimp, lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich. X&Ys poem...
2006-07-27 17:46:23
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answered by RED 5
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"The chicken processing plant blues"
When I'm working the processing line
thinking about you makes me feel fine
the chickens they come down a squawkin
makes me think of you honey talkin
My mind it is always on you
the hell with the avian bird flu
your lips so plump and red
like the chickens when their dead
When I'm pullin out the chicken's guts
thinking of the time I was such a putz
you and I and the fat circus lady
what was her name, think it was Sady
she sat down hard upon your face
had to squirt her with that can of mace
The love we share it is so swell
damn these chickens really smell
it won't be long till we share our dinner meal
'cause I'm bringing home a chicken that I steal
2006-07-27 16:13:10
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answered by Sanitizer 6
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If I remember correctly Shrimping in this contex means to suck toes. Which is thought to be very erotic.
2006-07-27 16:29:59
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answered by ��~� Deb �~�� 1
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write a poem about her. say something like by Avery Robertson
Here in this summer heat,
I am consumed
by the memory of you,
and sweet liquid tears fall
like summer sweat
down pink burnt cheeks,
while in every moment my eyes try
to hide the cost
of letting you into my soul.
I remember the old days
of heartfelt warmth in golden rays,
how they would blend our hearts together
like fire red poppies and hot pink peonies
touching petals in the garden of love.
In the night air, where,
you touched my too long, hidden parts,
exposing them to your blue eyed sight,
is where I lived and loved you best.
Now as I breathe in slowly
to capture the sight of your eyes again,
that pain creeps into my mind with the summer's heat.
I let this consumption devour me
into the dream world where I live
in cool silences of the days
when you and I lived in
each others smiles and hopes of a better day
and I pray
that one day
you will read me in the winds
between our worlds of time and space,
anger and hate,
full circle, back to belief and promises
of brighter night-time, star-lit skies,
where I loved you
and you loved me,
in the summer heat.
2006-07-27 15:07:41
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answered by Tisha C 1
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Just change "shrimp" to "love" and buy her some chocolates.
2006-07-27 15:07:28
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answered by Beware the fury of a patient man 6
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because the way you use the word shrimping makes it imply the word sex.
oh, you are an idiot
2006-07-27 15:25:11
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answered by Veronica 2
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