Thursday, February 17, 2005
Limerick Tuesday
Both of these dinks think they’re best
As they poke out their swollen-up chests;
Hers may be bigger
And bouncy like ol’ Tigger
But he whitens his tar-hole with Crest™.
I know this lumberjack named Bart
whose best-gal is made of spare parts.
She kills far more wood,
than any lumberjack could.
Both are ugly – but neither are smart.
That single brain cell in his head
is perilously close to dead
“I’m sure too bag this” he’s thinking
as he continues his drinking
but he awakes all alone in his bed.
His melon has one big ‘ole slope
that marks his out as a dope
with eyes in a glaze
and his brain in a haze
he forgets to try for a grope.
There once was a man named Molly
Who loved to be silly and Jolly.
He cut off his cock
Cause he wasn’t a jock
And doesn’t think scat play is folly.
Blondie ate in a hurried blitz
Finds discomfort whenever she sits.
Shouldn’t have ate all the prunes.
Now she howls at the moon.
When she covers this homer with shits.
So THIS is how DarkSock does it…
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Anybody know a bass player?
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There once was a Jewess named Schwartz
Who was riddled with vaginal warts.
Although She left her dress on,
When she dry-humped poor John
The damn things spread right through his shorts
To his faithful wife Jen he said nada,
About that whore he banged at the Ramada.
But what happens in Vegas,
Can be quite contagious
And it don’t always stay in Nevada.
My old dog now shits on the floor,
Quite soon she’ll be out the door.
To the vet, to the vet,
To her Maker she’s set.
But at least she not these cocksuckers.
Those last two limericks brought a tear to my eyes.
This gorilla , his knuckles do drag
And he’s scored him a lovely fag hag
When it’s time to perform
He’ll say “No I like Norm”
Then he’ll empty Norman’s sperm bag
His posture and hand pose belie
This babe ain’t his kind of guy
You know what I wanna?
A big fat mamma
With a big pants bulge stretching his fly
This chick has got rock hard bazooms
Knock a hole in a concrete room
Don’t titty fuck
Or yer cockk will get plucked
And your dick blood will spurt and spume
The bald dude in back has it right
Been ogling her boobs seems all night
He is no longer looking
‘Cause his cockk’s overcooking
And he knows that’s a gruesome sight
Hey! The VIP section’s closed
But wait here so I can check out those
The doorman did say
As he stared her way
As he pocket pooled with his trunk hose
T’was a hott with a very flat tummy
And some squished up boobs looking yummy
She’s in great shape
But her meet curtains drape
To the edge of her skirt hem, you’ll see
meat^ D’oh!
Chad always thought he was in
With the girls that were looking for Sin.
But a bump in the road caused
Young Chad to crave Choad
And he liked to have balls on his chin.
Where/s Mr. Potater Head and Woodgie. Stooooooooooooooooooooned!