Randomness

For your reading amusement, I present two original limericks:

There once was a young man named Ben
Who had himself only one hen
He tried to breed more
But he found himself sore
Because hens, it seems, can’t breed with men

An eager New Yorker named Beth
Cooked herself up a big batch of meth
She got proper fucked
For her recipe sucked
And exploded, resulting in death

I was originally gonna do another one but I couldn’t make it work. It was about a man banging a golden retriever.

But I figure I’ve filled my bestiality quota for one post with the first one.

Of course, now that I’ve typed the word “bestiality” not once, but twice in this post I’m sure that I’m going to be getting nasty google searches for the rest of eternity.

Woe is me.

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7 Comments

  1. Why Mike? Why?!

    Admit it, you love the nasty google searches. You love them SO much.

  2. You have a disturbing mind.
    But thats why I come here.

  3. He does have a disturbing mind. That has to be part of why I married him. Well, there’s that and the fact that he let me win a few games of Street Fighter II when we first met in college.

  4. There was a man with a golden retriever
    Who often petted it like a blonde beaver
    Liked to give it a ball
    Asked if it was gay at all
    Told depends if you’re the catcher or receiver

  5. @Scott

    Mine was something along those lines, as well.

    Though in my head, I think I used “Beaver” in my punch line — but the giver/receiver thing is a good one too..

  6. And I screwed it up. Obviously not my forte (!). Should be:

    There was a man with a golden retriever
    Who often petted it like a blonde beaver
    Liked to give it a ball
    Asked if it was gay at all
    Told depends if you’re the thrower or receiver

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