| Freebsd Limericks: 110 of 860 |
A linguist thought it a farce
That memory space was so sparse.
One day they increased it.
Said he as he seized it:
"At last! Enough core for the parse".
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| Freebsd Limericks: 111 of 860 |
A lonely young lad of Eton
Used always to sleep with the heat on,
Till he ran into a lass
Who showed him her ass --
Now they sleep with only a sheet on.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 112 of 860 |
A lovely young diver named Nancy,
Wore a bikini bottom quite chancy,
The fish of Bonaire,
Watched her Derriere,
And the sea fans all tickled her fancy.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 113 of 860 |
A lovely young maid from St. Jude
Once rode through the streets in the nude.
The police cried, "Whatam--
Agnificent bottom"
And slapped it as hard as they could.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 114 of 860 |
A lovely young maid from St. Jude
Once rode through the streets in the nude.
The police cried, "Whatam--
Agnificent bottom"
And slapped it as hard as they cude.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 115 of 860 |
A lusty young maid from Seattle
Got pleasure by sleeping with cattle;
Till she found a bull
Who filled her so full
It made both her ovaries rattle.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 116 of 860 |
A lusty young woodsman of Maine
For years with no woman had lain,
But he found sublimation
At a high elevation
In the crotch of a pine -- God, the pain!
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| Freebsd Limericks: 117 of 860 |
A madam who ran a bordello
Put come in her pineapple jello,
For the rich, sexy taste
And not wanting to waste
That greasy kid stuff from a fellow.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 118 of 860 |
A maestro directing in Rome
Had a quaint way of driving it home.
Whoever he climbed
Had to keep her tail timed
To the beat of his old metronome.
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| Freebsd Limericks: 119 of 860 |
A maiden who lived in Virginny
Had a cunt that could bark, neigh and whinny.
The horsey set rushed her,
But success finally crushed her
For her tone soon became harsh and tinny.
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