Finally, a PROPER way to express your love for U2...

[Lilly]

Steamy!

Dearest Edge,

I can imagine myself kissing your foxy body and slathering
you with various oils and kisses (hersheys!). Your freckles are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your #7 shirt, bring your bedazzled bed,
and we will celebrate our spicy love together.

Yours heatedly,

Lilly

*scandalizes self*

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Proud owner, maker and baker of THE U2 cookies.

 

[BAW]

Originally posted by spinninghead77:

Why did you tell Adam's mother that she looks like a desk. You are mean

Well, at least I didn't call Bono's mom a moob like Hallelujah

 

[mistyrose]

Hehe, this is great, thanks!

My letter to Larry:
Dearest Larry,

I can imagine myself kissing your hunkalicious body and slathering
you with various oils and Bull's Blood. Your baby blue eyes are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life; I wonder how I ever made it
through a day without you.

Please meet me tomorrow dressed in your mesh shirt, bring your Harley,
and we will celebrate our stormy love together.

Yours romantically,

Tania

My poem to Bono:
Dearest Bono,

I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine -- have I not kept the vow?
With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
I call the phantoms of our Merlot hours
Each from his voiceless The Fly: they have envisioned bowers
Of beautiful zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the sexy night
They know that never joy illumed my baby blue eyes
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
Your leather pants from a dark slavery

Yours elevatedly,

Tania

For Edge:
Dear Edge,

My love, we are like Beatrice and Dante; Dido and Aeneas. As
sure as angular momentum is conserved, our lovely love will
endure the entropy of the universe. Your green eyes are as moving
as Bach's ascending canon. Please meet me in your cowboy hat at the
laboratory. We will study your guitar and analyze the composition
of chips.

Yours languidly,

Tania

Adam:
Dear Adam,

You are a bass. Remember the time I saw a seagull fly out of
your blonde 'fro? You comforted me with your Pop-Tarts until
I thought I spied your sarong draped across the equator. But
the asphalt still flickers with our hot love.

Yours erotically,

Tania


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I can't even say the bloody word Achhhhhtung Baby"--Larry

 

[Discoteque]

these are so blooooody funny!

Dear Edgie,

You are a beanie. Remember the time I saw a seagull fly out of your beautiful green eyes?

You comforted me with your sushi until I thought I spied your bedazzled pants draped across the equator. But the asphalt still flickers with our long-distance love.

Yours adoringly,

Disco

 

[HeartlandGirl]

Still LMFAO!

I love the surreal poems best. So far we've had seagulls flying out of Adam's ass and blonde 'fro and Edge's green eyes. Then we've had sarongs, beanies, and bedazzled pants draped across the equator!

Hilarious stuff!

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U2 @ The Blooming Heart

 

[BAW]

Hey Spinny, looks like we think alike

Here's my desperate letter to Bono

My darling Bono,

I am your hot servant. So you don't like the way I go on
and on about about your cup and my dog's flea problem? Forgive
me if I digress from the subject of your steamy beauty.
And please forgive me if I stare too directly at you in your
leather pants, but I have never seen anyone who looks so elegant while
wolfing down red wine.

Please, oh please, be my love or I won't know what to do.

Yours deliciously,

Charlene


And, regretfully, Adam dumped me and no matter how I begged him to take me back, our issues were too great to overcome

My dear Adam,

Please forgive me.

I have been waiting my whole life for a lover as lusty
as you, but I might have offended you by staring so frequently
at your large manhood or by telling your mother that she looks like
a desk.

I yearn for your forgiveness! I will make it up to you. I'll
cook, and then we can watch anything you want on TV. Melrose
Place, the Discovery Channel, Inside Edition -- It doesn't
matter. I won't see it. I'll be transfixed by you in your
sarong, munching on your chocolate.

Forgive me this time, and our obsessive love will last forever.

Yours steamily,

Charlene


[This message has been edited by Bono's American Wife (edited 03-07-2002).]

 

[bono-vox]

Originally posted by MissVelvetDress_75:
nah, i have a cool and fun office to work in...however when i laugh my coworkers tend to get a bit nosey they always want to know what i am laughing at because they usually want to be apart of the fun..i did not want to show them this...they would have dragged me away to the hospital...lol!

aaw lol good stuff..im at work exp. nobody speaks to me...its so awful...i hate it so i dont get to go web surfing

 

[Mirrorball Girl]

Originally posted by Mullen-Girl:
Your Moobs are my
anchor in the stormy sea of life

LOL!!!! LMAO!!!!! Oh I should know better than to read these at work, but I couldn't resist the temptation. That line is priceless! Thanks for posting the link again Gina -- I have some old ones saved that I should dig out. One involved slathering Larry with bulls blood, so I know it was good.

This cracked me up too, spinny:

I have never seen anyone who looks so elegant while wolfing down red wine.

HAAAA!!!!




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"Adam's in his world, lost to the music. You've probably never seen a happier person in your life."
~BP Fallon

"It's a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word."
~Andrew Jackson

~~S&C~~

 

[spinninghead77]

Originally posted by Bono's American Wife:
Hey Spinny, looks like we think alike

Here's my desperate letter to Bono

My darling Bono,

I am your hot servant. So you don't like the way I go on
and on about about your cup and my dog's flea problem? Forgive
me if I digress from the subject of your steamy beauty.
And please forgive me if I stare too directly at you in your
leather pants, but I have never seen anyone who looks so elegant while
wolfing down red wine.

Please, oh please, be my love or I won't know what to do.

Yours deliciously,

Charlene


And, regretfully, Adam dumped me and no matter how I begged him to take me back, our issues were too great to overcome

My dear Adam,

Please forgive me.

I have been waiting my whole life for a lover as lusty
as you, but I might have offended you by staring so frequently
at your large manhood or by telling your mother that she looks like
a desk.

I yearn for your forgiveness! I will make it up to you. I'll
cook, and then we can watch anything you want on TV. Melrose
Place, the Discovery Channel, Inside Edition -- It doesn't
matter. I won't see it. I'll be transfixed by you in your
sarong, munching on your chocolate.

Forgive me this time, and our obsessive love will last forever.

Yours steamily,

Charlene


[This message has been edited by Bono's American Wife (edited 03-07-2002).]

I guess that old saying about "Great minds thinking alike' must be true

Why did you tell Adam's mother that she looks like a desk. You are mean

 

[Can'tSeeOrBeSeen]

These are all too funny for words!! LMAO!!!

Here's mine to Bono:


My darling Bono,

I am your beautiful servant. So you don't like the way I go on
and on about about your tamale and my dog's flea problem? Forgive
me if I digress from the subject of your trusting beauty.
And please forgive me if I stare too directly at you in your
red shirt, but I have never seen anyone who looks so elegant while
wolfing down Guiness.

Please, oh please, be my love or I won't know what to do.

Yours romantically,

Kate


LOL!

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You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you learn to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom is just greed



[This message has been edited by Can'tSeeOrBeSeen (edited 03-07-2002).]