Stick of rock.

[stonemonkey]

If you were a stick of rock, what words would you have written through your middle?

[4getmenot]

I'm poisonous

[B00]

"I'll rot your teeth"

[harryshaw]

suck me slowly

ill last longer x

[khao_san]

'suck me'

[Aprilis]

Moody b!tch.

[Floella]

Smirnoff

[B00]

Vodka flavoured rock, I like it! I see a gap in the market here.

[monkeyeyes]

oooooooo, stonemonkey that's spooky !
I've just posted below you in the 'faithful thread' and it got me thiking. When I walked away from my second realtionship, she said to me, and these were almost her final words, "You won't leave, you've got her name running through you like a stick of rock ! "

But she was wrong, I did.

Anyway, I think I'd have dependable...........not terribly amusing, but I think it sums me up.

[monkeyeyes]

.........as does incapable of spelling correctly, apparently ^^^

[stonemonkey]

I said to my neighbour "suck it and see" when she asked me this.

Moody Bitch would suit me too at times.

Monkeyeyes - I'll go and read your post in the faithful thread.

[Hellyon]

'Misunderstood'

[China Doll]

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

[funnygirl]

China, how is all that gonna fit into the middle of a rock!??!!!

[monkeyeyes]

Crikey ! That'd be one heck of a stick of rock, China.........

I live round the corner from a rock-making shop and he'd be able to retire to the Azores on the profits..........:o)

[China Doll]

Well I think sticks of rock should also make you think. I mean they take ages to finish so you may as well have a think on the complexities of life while you're rotting your teeth!

[mccfluff]

i'm made of cyanide

[logic]

funnygirl don't you know anything.

Dumb bint.

[leelapops]

logic, you would have THAT written through yourself!? Think the wife would be concerned :P

I would have "pink and sticky" written through myself.
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[logic]

no

[leelapops]

Oh, a man of many words! logic, how are you?
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