raquel got herself into a car accident. She's ok, but her mom's car is not. This one's for her ( Read more... )

This is for Yoni, who threw up all over the place during lunch.

A fellatrix' heathful condition
Proved the value of spunk as nutrition.
Her remarkable diet
(i suggest that you try it)
Was only her client's emission.

spunk = semen\cum

Stupid WWII project taking up all my free times ( Read more... )

I burned my tummy very badly in the sun. It hurts. Soothe me.

A rapturous young fellatrix
On day was at work on five pricks
with an unholy cry
she whipped out her glass eye
"Tell the boys I can now take on six"

There was a young lady named Brent,
with a cunt of enormous extent
so deep and so wide
the acoustics inside
were so good you could hear when you spent.

there was a young fellow named Bowen
whose pecker kept growin' and growin'
it grew so tremendous
so long and pendulous
twas no good fo fuckin'- -just showing

Yoni uis great
in honor of him, a poem about poo.

There once was a fellow named Glantz
Who on entering a toilet in France,
Was in such a heat
to paper the seat,
He shit right into his pants.

There was a young sailor from Brighton
Who remarked to his girl "You're a tight one"
She replied "'pon my soul
You're in the wrong hole;
Theres plenty of room in the right one."

happy pesach.

Here's another one.Feel free to send your own (no "There once was a man from nantucket" please)

There once was a man named Runyan
Whose pecker came down with a bunion.
When he had an erection
This painful infection
Gave off a faint odor of onion.

So, I started writing a live journal like it was a diary. But then I thought that i didnt want everyone who cares to know what i was thinking. I thought about it for a while, and i came to conclusion. live journals are for....dirty and erotic limerics! here's todays ( Read more... )