Don't lie. Everyone loves the cock.

This seems as good a time as any to share my favourite Cock Robin song:

And a close second:

And to round up the top three:





But seriously:

I am glad for my part in getting Cock Robin into people's lives without censoring.

And now for something completely different.

I now know the meaning of the words bone chilling. I was outside for five minutes and my leg bones hurt. Not my legs, my leg bones.

I now return you to our regular cockamamie programming.

You'll need a reverse magnifier to do that to one of mine.

Now back to what I really wanted to talk about.

I had my Nook with me when I was outside and right now it is somewhat inoperable. It senses the proper orientation but that can be frozen by the cold. It is still frozen in landscape mode and it has been how long since I've been inside?

Just how many cock do you have???

I was talking about pictures of my anatomy and not my anatomy itself when I said one of mine.

Hanging on the wall?

Probably being used by the first ex as a dart board.

when is obama going to pass the affordable climate act making the temperature 75 degrees year round for everyone in 'Murica?

can i please have this undertitle back?

No.

They might be willing to give you your last custom under title back though.

my account was hacked bro. dont be hatin. dam son.

Damn or not, I am not your son and you are probably not even old enough to be my father unless you are a certain banned poster's age.

Classic.

Can't give you the site, because I could get banned or at least infracted, because you can see the word **** there, without the asteriskez.

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
with my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
with my little dish,
I caught his blood.
Who'll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
with my pick and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I'll be the parson.
Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
if it's not through the night,
I'll carry the coffin.
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
both the cock and the hen,
We'll bear the pall.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
I said the Bull,
because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell.
All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.

reported.

Happy you.

For what? I didn't evade the profanity filter unless cock is now back on the list and I didn't violate copyright.