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Ah, my lovely, it's my turn, again... I hope being radioative isn't too dreadful...
Having nothing new to say, I have dug up some funny Limericks... not written them, no... just... collated... a respectable occupation...
There once was a man from Kent
Whose dick was decidedly bent.
To save himself trouble,
He put it in double,
And instead of coming, he went.
On the chest of a barmaid from Hale
Were inscribed all the prices of ale.
Whilst on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Were precisely the same, but in Braille.
There once was a Bishop of Birmingham,
Who buggered young boys while confirming 'em.
As he knelt on his hassock,
He lifted his cassock,
And pumped the episcopal sperm in 'em.
The girls from our village are buxom,
They leans on the fence and we fucks 'em.
Then once in a while,
We sits on the stile,
And we gets out our cocks and they sucks 'em.
The new cinematic emporium
Is not just a super sensorium,
But a highly effectual,
Heterosexual,
Mutual masturbatorium.
There was a Cistercian monk
Who fell asleep in a bunk.
He dreamt that Venus
Was sucking his elbow
And he woke up all covered in perspiration.
Having nothing new to say, I have dug up some funny Limericks... not written them, no... just... collated... a respectable occupation...
There once was a man from Kent
Whose dick was decidedly bent.
To save himself trouble,
He put it in double,
And instead of coming, he went.
On the chest of a barmaid from Hale
Were inscribed all the prices of ale.
Whilst on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Were precisely the same, but in Braille.
There once was a Bishop of Birmingham,
Who buggered young boys while confirming 'em.
As he knelt on his hassock,
He lifted his cassock,
And pumped the episcopal sperm in 'em.
The girls from our village are buxom,
They leans on the fence and we fucks 'em.
Then once in a while,
We sits on the stile,
And we gets out our cocks and they sucks 'em.
The new cinematic emporium
Is not just a super sensorium,
But a highly effectual,
Heterosexual,
Mutual masturbatorium.
There was a Cistercian monk
Who fell asleep in a bunk.
He dreamt that Venus
Was sucking his elbow
And he woke up all covered in perspiration.