| Freebsd Limericks: 121 of 860 |
A maiden who wrote of big cities
Some songs full of love, fun and pities,
Sold her stuff at the shop
Of a musical wop
Who played with her soft little titties.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 122 of 860 |
A man was once heard to boast,
That he received a parcel by post,
It contained, so we heard,
A magnificent turd,
And the balls of his grandfather's ghost.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 123 of 860 |
A marine being sent to Hong Kong
Got a doctor to alter his dong.
He sailed off with a tool
Flat and thin as a rule -
When he got there he found he was wrong.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 124 of 860 |
A mathematician named Hall
Had a hexhedronical ball,
And the square of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight,
Was four-fifths of five-eighths of fuck-all.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 125 of 860 |
A mathematician named Hall
Has a hexahedronical ball,
And the cube of its weight
Times his pecker's, plus eight
Is his phone number -- give him a call...
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| Freebsd Limericks: 126 of 860 |
A mathematician named Klein
Thought the Mobius band was divine.
Said he, "If you glue
The edges of two,
You'll get a weird bottle like mine!
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| Freebsd Limericks: 127 of 860 |
A middle-aged codger named Bruin
Found his love life completely in ruin,
For he flirted with flirts
Wearing pants and no skirts,
And he never got in for no screwin'.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 128 of 860 |
A milkmaid there was, with a stutter,
Who was lonely and wanted a futter.
She had nowhere to turn,
So she diddled a churn,
And managed to come with the butter.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 129 of 860 |
A mortician who practised in Fife
Made love to the corpse of his wife.
"How could I know, Judge?
She was cold, did not budge--
Just the same as she'd acted in life."
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| Freebsd Limericks: 130 of 860 |
A nasty old drunk in Carmel
Thinks it funny to piss in the well.
He says, "Some don't favor
That unusual flavor,
But I don't drink the stuff -- what the hell!"
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