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January 19, 2009
7:36 AM
Dirty Limericks I

There once was a young man named Paul
Whose balls were nailed tight to a wall.
He said with a strain (for he was in great pain):
"I cannot masturbate now at all!"

There once was a man named Blazej
But not a word rhymed with his name.
Said the poet aloud, as he furrowed his brow:
"Fuck this shit, I will write one anyway."

There once was a young man named Michael
Who truly despised to recycle.
He once said: "Fantastic!" throwing paper and plastic
Together - oh, man, what a jerk!