A long time ago, my father and I were trading our favorite palindromes, and we asked my sister (age 6) her favorite, to which she replied "Hey Leroy! Try to rope me in." We still haven't stopped laughing.
Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open. On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb. Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no! Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash, A Goddam level I lived at. On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet! A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name. Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as I live. Dammit I’m mad.
posted on Tuesday, Jan 26th by Dr. Awkward
Dammit. I'm mad.
What's up, Doc Awk?
Sex at noon taxes.
Too bad, I hid a boot.
Do geese see God?
@-j.: May a moody baby doom a yam?
@bizzy: Wow! ;)
(Can I tell my two favorite palindrome related stories?)
A Santa dog lived as a devil God at NASA.
Egad no bondage
@Mace: please please please do.
Also...
"I once wrote a novel that was a palindrome from start to finish. It didn't sell very well because halfway through everyone figured out how it ended."
(That's not mine, but I can't remember who said it. I may not have the exact wording right, but that's the joke.)
A long time ago, my father and I were trading our favorite palindromes, and we asked my sister (age 6) her favorite, to which she replied "Hey Leroy! Try to rope me in."
We still haven't stopped laughing.
Another time, while definitely-not-sober, my best friend and I came up with:
A man, a plan, a canal, Vin Diesel.
"Hey Leroy! Try to rope me in" is my new favourite too.
Some men interpret nine memos.
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.
Tuna nut.
http://tmbw.net/wiki/Lyrics:I_Palindrome_I
Senile felines.
@-j. You son of a bitch.
Overheard. (Draehrevo.)
@-j. Can you blame me? How often does one get to type that?
"One"? Or you? Because my answer is gonna be different.
@-j. Okay how about "anyone but -j"