Freebsd Limericks: 652 of 860 |
There was a young laundress named Wrangle
Whose tits tilted up at an angle.
"They may tickle my chin,"
She said with a grin,
"But at least they keep out of the mangle."
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Freebsd Limericks: 653 of 860 |
There was a young maiden from Osset
Whose quim was nine inches across it.
Said a young man named Tong,
With tool nine inches long,
"I'll put bugger-in if I loss it."
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Freebsd Limericks: 654 of 860 |
There was a young man from Bear Ridge
Who had strange ideas about marriage.
He fucked his wife's mother
And sucked off her brother
And ate up her sister's miscarriage.
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Freebsd Limericks: 655 of 860 |
There was a young man from Bel-Aire
Who was screwing his girl on the stair.
But the banister broke
So he doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air.
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Freebsd Limericks: 656 of 860 |
There was a young man from Bengal
Who claimed he had only one ball,
But two little bitches
Pulled down this man's breeches
And proved he had nothing at all.
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Freebsd Limericks: 657 of 860 |
There was a young man from Biloxi
Whose bowels responded to Moxie.
Drinking glass after glass,
He would tune up his ass,
Till he played like the band at the Roxy.
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Freebsd Limericks: 658 of 860 |
There was a young man from Bombay
Who fashioned a cunt out of clay
But the heat of his prick
Turned it into a brick
And rubbed all his foreskin away.
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Freebsd Limericks: 659 of 860 |
There was a young man from Boston
Who rode around in an Austin.
There was room for his ass
And a gallon of gas,
But his balls hung out and he lost 'em.
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Freebsd Limericks: 660 of 860 |
There was a young man from Calcutta
Who was heard in his beard to mutter,
"If her Bartholin glands
Don't respond to my hands,
I'm afraid I shall have to use butter."
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Freebsd Limericks: 661 of 860 |
There was a young man from Dallas
Who had an exceptional phallus.
He couldn't find room
In any girl's womb
Without rubbing it first with Vitalis.
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