Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday Limerick: Thursday Edition: Vin Douchal Edition: Nubbins Cousins Edition
Because DB1 said I could do whatever I wanted. Except full frontal. And insertion. And human/equine micturation depictions.
Vin sez:
Squinty McGint and his homeboy,
Have fun with a painted blonde toy;
Her holy pink triangle
Unhinges my dangle
And covers her flesh-toned bok choy
Reject Don Johnson
looks more like Sam Ronson.
Squinting fiercely at Lohans
magnificently toned gams,
he’ll be my next target for arson
What has my mind going,
Is what is she blowing?
Be it eyelash or coke
her blowing is no joke,
the tent I’m pitching is growing
That dress is wickedly short
The kind she can slip on and whor’t
But she has two Bags in tow
Causing me to Just Say No
Followed by Abort! Abort!
A pink taco truss I see
Are you barren or fir tree?
Hopefully you’ll delouse
and with bleach you’ll douse
your kitty after sitting on douche knee.
Well, since we can run amok without DB1 around…
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Douche on left looks sick
Bro says what ya gonna do?
Puke costly liquor
She looks like a blonde Asian.
Though I’m guessin’ not from Beijing.
And the two Turds sitting
Just beg for a hitting
From a ‘Roid enraged Cajun.
Her lips match her undie’s in pink
Which hardee-hard-hardens my dink
Man, what I would do
For an all-night screw
Providin’ she’s up on her shots, I think.
The bags in back are of no consequence
‘Cause it’s looking at her that makes my dick intense
She is a perfect view
of a hott I could goo
Even if her IQ makes her dense
Some meatheads of foreign persuasion
Pay for a lap dance from an Asian
And through a dry hump
Her STD’s jump
And move on from station-to-station
A hash addled Douche named Amir
Says no strippers because, well I’m queer
Rub sand on my dick
It gets me off quick
And scratches inside of your rear
I find it tough to mock the Choad
With legs and pink frothing my load
He’s minimally douchey
Maybe his knee’s just cushy
Whatever, man. How can I get her to my abode?
flat rimmed cap screams suburban gangsta
constipated Kurt better known as a wanksta
Those lips are a blowin
My cock should be showin
I’ll even the score with these prankstas
Blondie’s favourite sport,
Is too tease and taunt and cavort.
Hat guy wants to give it a go,
But the Arab dude says Whoa!
Cuz like me he drank two bottles of port.
Slim and Larry McGoo
Got a blonde and know not what to do.
She put her hand in his hat, came up with grease fat,
got up walked away and pulled her hem down too.
Drat!!!
My boner grows
When blondie’s panties show
The C on Bobby’s hat stands for CUNT
The blank stare of Saul says “What?”
When I am done with blondie my boner will glow
This blond is Traci Lords Hott
Cousin “C” sleeps in the wet spot
For the Pink Panty’s I thank
Into this napkin I spank
Dude on left looks like he smoked some really bad pot
There once was a choad from Chan Chan
Who usually tugs with both hands
Then along comes cousin Ted
Whom is not very well read
But scores tons of hott bleath clam
Blondie is reliving her childhood,
looking for the slide,
escape is impossible,
is that poo she smells behind her?
Pink Taco truss covers tangles,
And stiffens my weenus’s dangle;
The boys sport merch from Spiegel,
But decline her polygrip Keigel;
It’s each other’s ass they both wish to mangle.
Phil Dunfy from “Modern Fam’ly”
With a view that we all would envy
Leans even blondes with hot humps
Can blow stink out their rumps
Now his face is perm’nently squinty
Its corners equate to one eighty
And covers the place where she does pee
But you’d all take a drink
From that tight cotton pink
If she chose to give you a close looksy
Its arguably quite a disgrace
that your eyes are glued to her pink place
If you’d just raise your eyes
You enjoy a surprise
She’s got tits dude, right under her face!
I spy with mine eye hott’s pink panty
Makes my dong dance like a turgid banshee
She blows on her palm
Some dust of napalm
Completing my mind’s perfect fantasy.
her panty of triangle pink
covers her spot of fish stink
tho she looks demure
her skins are unpure
my plow into her mound I would sink
There once was a Tart from Pitt,
When two douchebags did beg her to sit
She pressed her pear down and ground it around
Look in her hand and said “That’s it?”
On the eve of the heavenly Rapture,
Our eyes make a visual capture:
Hot the Holy Pink Triangle,
Not Wicked Witch pentangle,
Our hope’s in the Lord and her Lap, sure!