Schaft!

Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Schaft!)
You're damn right

Who is the man
That would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Schaft!)
Can ya dig it?

Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about
(Schaft!)
Right on

You see this cat Schaft is a bad mother--
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' about Schaft
(Then we can dig it)

He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
(Schaft)

>> ^Crosswords:

Weiner has never struck me as a stupid man, so it begs the question why would he post something like that on something so public, under his own account. Granted sex has made otherwise smart people do some stupid shit, but as things stand now this looks more like a political hit job than a sex scandal.
Oh wait sorry wasn't following main-stream news logic. OH EMM GEE He didnt immediately call down the gestapo on something he thinks is a prank HE MUST BE HIDING SOMETHING O_O


He didn't call in the gestapo, just a private dick.

http://firstread.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/06/01/6764247-weiner-cant-say-with-certitude-that-lewd-photo-isnt-of-him

Fisk!

Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Fisk!)
You're damn right

Who is the man
That would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Fisk!)
Can ya dig it?

Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about
(Fisk!)
Right on

You see this cat Fisk is a bad mother--
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' about Fisk
(Then we can dig it)

He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
(Mr. Fisk!)

Blankfist, what a duck,
Forgot just how to fuck,
But did the deed as he spilled his seed,
Inside his pick up truck!

His date began to shout,
Premature there was no doubt,
With his penis flapping and balls a slapping,
His girlfriend kicked him out!

Hanging in the street,
Getting money for his meat,
The men lined up to the Blackfist strut,
Inside his private suite!

Blanky got quite sore,
When the men began to bore,
So he put some grease in his over-used crease,
And begged them for some more!

He had to take a piss,
Aimed straight though he did miss,
Did a dance, as he peed his pants,
In some one’s orifice!

Now, we all have to respect,
This lovable reject,
It’s quite an art to blow a cum-fart,
While remaining so erect!

He tried to film a flic,
About his private dick,
The girl was a dog and she burped like a frog,
And it made the audience sick!

He’s the “Monk of Drunk”,
He’s got the “Gift of Sift”,
So raise a drink, and give a wink
Cause we all know he’s an fucken Twink!

Cheers and Good Times Blankfist!!!

^Chat Noir.

It was late at night in a seedy sift talk post when she walked in. Like a tall bowl of milk on a hot summers day, but a bowl of milk that only made you thirstier as you consumed it. 'Isobel', she said with a sly twitch of whiskers when I asked her name, "spelled with an O instead of an A." 'Oh' I said..... lamely.

I knew I should get out of their immediately. At 5 years old, she was nearly 10 times my senior and you don't even want to know how many 'cat years' that added up to. She was smart and worldly. She'd eat me alive, like so many table scraps on a Monday morning.

"Frankie Spade", I said "Private Dick." A very private dick to be exact. Had I been named Frankie Spayed, it would have been closer to the truth. Fortunately for me, she'd had the operation too.....

As it turned out, the iPod headphones that she so loved to play with had all gone missing at the same time, and she suspicioned that the job was done by one of her two shady humans. But why? Why would a human do something so terrible? That must certainly understand our attachment to those precious thin wires and how good they feel on our teeth when we bit them. So after a moments pause, I decided to follow her home, and no sooner had we entered her beach apartment, then she had pushed me to the floor. We wrestled and chased each other for hours. She was a kinky one; she liked to use her teeth and claws....