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There was a young fellow named Harry,
Had a joint that was long, huge and scary.
He grabbed him a virgin,
Who, without any urgin',
Immediately spread like a fairy.
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Freebsd Limericks: 466 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Hatch
Who was fond of the music of Bach.
He said: "It's not fussy
Like Brahms and Debussy;
Sit down, and I'll play you a snatch."
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Freebsd Limericks: 467 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Kimble
Whose prick was exceedingly nimble,
But fragile and slender,
And dainty and tender,
So he kept it encased in a thimble.
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Freebsd Limericks: 468 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Meek
Who invented a lingual technique.
It drove women frantic,
And made them romantic,
And wore all the hair off his cheek.
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Freebsd Limericks: 469 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Morgan
Who possessed an unusual organ:
The end of his dong,
Which was nine inches long,
Was tipped with the head of a gorgon.
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Freebsd Limericks: 470 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Paul
Who confessed, "I have only one ball.
But the size of my prick
Is God's dirtiest trick,
For my girls always ask, 'Is that all?'"
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Freebsd Limericks: 471 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Pell
Who didn't like cunt very well.
He would finger or fuck one,
But never would suck one--
He just couldn't get used to the smell.
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Freebsd Limericks: 472 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Price
Who dabbled in all sorts of vice.
He had virgins and boys
And mechanical toys,
And on Mondays... he meddled with mice!
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Freebsd Limericks: 473 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Prynne
Whose prick was so short and so thin,
His wife found she needed
A Fuckoscope -- she did --
To see if he'd gotten it in.
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Freebsd Limericks: 474 of 860 |
There was a young fellow named Skinner
Who took a young lady to dinner
At a quarter to nine,
They sat down to dine,
At twenty to ten it was in her.
The dinner, not Skinner -- Skinner was in her before dinner.
There was a young fellow named Tupper
Who took a young lady to supper.
At a quarter to nine,
They sat down to dine,
And at twenty to ten it was up her.
Not the supper -- not Tupper -- It was some son-of-a-bitch named Skinner!
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