Sep 25 2006
Joe is bordering on doo-doo head
Write something, Joe, I command thee!
Sep 22 2006
Blah, blah, asshole client, blah blah, incompetent tech support.
Okay, that’s done.
Instead, for your viewing pleasure, I descend into the comfort of witty (or perhaps witless) limericks.
There once was a man from Calais
Who stood around painting all dais
’til a nearby damn broke
And caused quite a soak
And swept that poor painter awais.
There once was a bus full of poets
They were artists and they liked to show it.
They never did bathe,
Brush their teeth or shave,
And just by the smell you would know it.
There once was a farmer who took,
to bangin his mule by the brook.
He said “bless my hide,
i would make her my bride
if only she knew how to cook”
On the chest of a barmaid from Sale
Was tattoed all the prices of ale.
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was printed the same, but in Braille.
There was a man from Bombay
Who fashioned a coont out of clay.
But the heat of his prick
Turned the clay into brick
And chaffed all his foreskin away!
There was a man from Racine
Who invented a shagging machine
Concave or convex
It could do any sex
And service itself in-between.
A loser named Tom in Miami
Had an S & M girlfriend named Sammy
Who got carried away
with Tom’s organs one day
And now he’s not Tommy, he’s Tammy.
There once was a lady quite tearful
Of giving him head she was fearful
In a moment of dread
She just turned her head
And boy, did she get an earful!
There once was a woman named Alice
who used dynamite for a ballast
They found her vagina
in North Carolina
and her anus is famous in Dallas.
There once was a man from Bel Air
Who was farking his wife on the stairs
The bannister broke
So he quickened his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air!
There was an old fellow from Lime
Who married 3 wives at one time
When asked why the third,
He replied “One’s absurd,
And bigamy, sir, is a crime”
There once was a lesbian from Cancun
Who took a young gent to her room
There they argued all night
Yes they has such a fight
’bout who could do what and to where and to whom.
They once was a lad from Japan/
Whose limericks had nary a fan/
When he was asked why/
He replied with a sigh/
Because I always try and squeeze as many words into the last line as I possibly can!
The limerick peculiar to English
Is a very quite hard to extinguish
Once congress in session
Declared its repression
But-they-got-around-that-by-writing-the-last-line-without-any-ryhme-or-meter
There once was a girl from Knizes
Whose breasts were of two different sizes.
One was so small,
It was nothing at all
But the other was large, and won prizes!
There once was a young man from Kent
Whose d!ck was so long that it bent.
To save his wife trouble
He put it in double
And instead of coming, he went!
A cold young lady from Darjeeling
Claimed to lack all sexual feeling.
‘Till a young stud named Boris
Licked her clitoris
And she had to be scraped off the ceiling!
There once was an old man named Dave
Who kept a dead ‘ho in his cave.
Though she had but one tit,
And her coont smelled like shiat,
Think of the money Dave saved!
Nymphomaniacal Jill
Tried a dynamite stick for a thrill.
They found her vagina
In North Carolina
and bits of her tits in Brazil!
There was a young man in my class
Whose balls were made of spun glass.
He’d rub ‘em together
In stormy weather
And lightning would shoot out his ass!
And for the science geeks:
A mathematician named Hall
Had a hexehedronical ball.
The cube of its weight,
Times his pecker, plus eight,
Is his number — give him a call!
A fencing instructor named Fisk
Fought a duel that was frightfully brisk;
So fast was his action
The Fitzgerald Contraction
Foreshortened his foil to a disk.
There was a young lady named Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night!
A mosquito was heard to complain
That a chemist had poisoned his brain.
The cause of his sorrow
Was Para-dichloro-
Diphenyltrichloroethane.
The once was a plumber from Cree
Who was plumbing a maid by the sea.
She said, “Stop your plumbing,
I think someone’s coming!”
Said the plumber, still plumbing, “It’s me!”
A tutor who tooted the flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot
Said the two to the tutor
Is it harder to toot, or
To tutor two tooters to toot?
Sep 07 2006
In no particular order
Album? What’s an album? LOL! I don’t buy albums any more, i buy songs off of ITUNES. I like BNL and various other artists.
Sep 07 2006
Dateline: February 20, 2006. My sister Marianne sits down to write her List of Four and sends it off to my twodinks.com email. What she doesn’t realize is that I never bothered to set it up. So here is her post, a mere one hundred and ninety nine days later.