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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 30, 2010 19:32:16 GMT
I knew a fat girl - as hot as mustard
How she made me all queasy and flustered;
I inspect'd her pussy
Which was sadly not juicy,
As 'twas all with great scabs encrusted.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Nov 1, 2010 15:06:49 GMT
It's not often you read a truly great limerick. This was not one of those occasions. But still not bad, not bad. I liked the 'twas.
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Post by Mrs Ophelia Mulholland on Nov 14, 2010 18:03:14 GMT
Reminds me of my youth.
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