Freebsd Limericks: 489 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Decatur
Who was raped by an alligator.
But no one quite knew
How she relished that screw,
For after he screwed her, he ate her.
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Freebsd Limericks: 490 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Dundee,
From her fanny there grew a plum tree.
No one ate the nice fruit,
To tell you the truth,
Because they knew it came from her tooty-toot-toot.
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Freebsd Limericks: 491 of 860 |
There was a young girl from East Lynn
Whose mother ( to save her from sin )
Had filled up her crack
With hard-setting shellac,
But the boys picked it out with a pin.
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Freebsd Limericks: 492 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Hong Kong
Who said, "You are utterly wrong
To say my vagina
Is the largest in China
Just because of your mean little dong."
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Freebsd Limericks: 493 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Hong Kong
Whose cervical cap was a gong.
She said with a yell,
As a shot rang her bell,
"I'll give you a ding for a dong!"
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Freebsd Limericks: 494 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Medina
Who could completely control her vagina.
She could twist it around
Like the cunts that are found
In Japan, Manchukuo and China.
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Freebsd Limericks: 495 of 860 |
There was a young girl from New York
Who plugged up her cunt with a cork.
A woodpecker or two
Made the grade it is true,
But it totally baffled the stork.
Till along came a man who presented
A tool that was strangely indented.
With a dizzying twirl
He punctured that girl,
And thus was the cork-screw invented.
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Freebsd Limericks: 496 of 860 |
There was a young girl from New York
Who plugged up her quim with a cork
A woodpecker or two
Made the grade, it is true,
But it totally baffled the stork.
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Freebsd Limericks: 497 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Peru,
Who had nothing whatever to do.
So she sat on the stairs,
And counted cunt hairs,
Four thousand, three hundred and two.
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Freebsd Limericks: 498 of 860 |
There was a young girl from Peru,
Who noticed her lovers were few;
So she walked out her door
With a fig leaf, no more,
And now she's in bed - with the flu.
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