Love kills, drills you through your heart
Love kills, scars you from the start
“Ce-ment mixer, putti, putti…”
Has anyone reported this to OSHA?
god damn it, there’s a whole pack of them! Quick, bring the spray!
is it just me, or is the one in front, um, ‘washing’ the grind stone as it turns?
NOSE to the grindstone, jerk!
They say whetstones are best used when wet. / Giving arrows the sharpest tips yet. / But take it from me, / if the moisture is pee, / when you’re shot, love is not what you’ll get.
She was a whiz at the whetstone and he was a whizz at wetting the stone. But who leaked this to the press?
Churchill offered up blood, tears and sweat, / for great efforts, and felt no regret. / Other men with great powers / enjoy golden showers, / and yet not from winged children, I’d bet.
Mythologists often forget/ ( and until now I’d not even met)/ the guys who assist/ Cupid, when he is pissed/ by keeping his whetstone wet.
In an effort to defeat the supervillain who had transformed four of the Avengers to children, Hawkeye crafted a poison arrow (with special assistance from Angel).
Love is blushes and crushes and winks, / and sweet kisses from misses, methinks. / But when Cupid plays tricks, / number one’s in the mix; / that’s why every so often, love stinks!
The four flew down from Heaven above / to accomplish this “labor of love,” / Two turned the stone whetter, / the third (a bed-wetter), / used his skill-set, when push came to shove.
That kid’s a real pisser!
Piss off already.
those must be wee arrows…
While the job is a bit of a grind/ the little guys don’t seem to mind:/ the pay’s no great shakes/ but the bathroom breaks/ are whenever a guy is inclined./// When you’re counting the stars above/ and her splendors is all you think of/ you can blame your romance/ on a brat with no pants/ and that’s how you know “urine love”.
WALKIN’ BOSS CUPID: Put your back into it, Luke. The Warden wants those arrows nice and sharp. It’s extra gruel for an extra good job!
LUKE CUPID: Why are you so good to me, Boss?
DRAGLINE CUPID: MY LUKE’S A WORLD BEATER! That’s what he is, all right!
“I need a volunteer for Alaskan Inuit love duty! I know we ain’t dressed for it but somebody has to go there! C’mon! Anyone?”
Anthony Weiner as a toddler.
So that’s what the little pricks have been up to!
has info and links that point to more info about this roughly U.S. Government letter size painting.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at
I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.
Antibiotics are a good idea whenever Cupid gets busy.
Lubricating the wheel isn’t going to help … the problem is that these two asses on the handles are pushing against each other!
Nuthin is as smutty as some urinating putti in the mor-or-ornin…
In this saccharine, sappy depiction/ the “lubricant “ eases the friction/ but something ain’t right/ if the bolt in its flight/ transmits a venereal affliction///it’s been said that love’s an infection/ so subject your love to close inspection/ for if their technique/ of “lubing by leak”/ were well-known, it could kill your erection/// so succumb not to urges of lust/ or the lure of the bounteous bust/ keep rather in mind/ the source of the grind/ and check the bolt closely for rust..
It’s always easy to spot the union rep in the work place isn’t it? :>)
And who Might these urchins be/Who is so gleefully gambol in pee?/ They are Cupid’s assistants/ who, seen from a distance/ are almost as cute as me!/ but there the resemblance ends/ for my cuteness entirely depends/ on the light in the room/ and the eyesight of whom/ it is that my limerick offends…
At first sight? The young man can’t admit he / fell in love, (though the girl is so pretty). / It had felt like a dart / had been aimed at his heart. / What’s that smell? Summer street in the city?
little Herman waits to get knife sharpened to cut off his wings. he decided to stay a while.
ZuZu Bailey: “… teacher says, every time a belle swings an angel loses it’s wings and has to do hard labor until they grow back.”
Wing-ed Cupid could be quite the trickster, / his equipment relied on a mixture / of bodily fluids, / a stone carved by Druids, / and arrows he honed on a fixture.
Johann could’ve painted a beautiful naked fraulein, but decided to go with little naked boys. Hmmm…
People were getting other people to do their job long before Tom Sawyer.
Women said she had Cupid’s Bow Lips, / but most men always stared at her hips. / Her path? Straight and narrow, / until Cupid’s arrow / made her heart do Olympic-style flips.
Should the matter of “who gets the hots,” / be the purview of cute naked tots? / Mythologic, as well… / but if, on this, I dwell, / all my insides get tied up in knots.
For as long as this world has revolved, / a deep mystery hasn’t been solved. / Is human affection / a mental connection, / or is chemistry somehow involved? /// Tests were done on a guy in a Speedo / as he ogled hot babes on the Lido. / When the eggheads we’re done / they’d found Chemistry won! / Uric acid’s the source of libido.
They’re magick so no you won’t.