I once knew a lass from Un'goroThank you, I'll be here all week.
Who was such an incredible whore-oh,
I went there every night
For her nethers so tight
'till she finally put me on /ignore-oh.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Poetry night in Azeroth
I had a little time on my hands during the RP event on Steamwheedle Cartel tonight, so I amused myself by making up dirty limericks. It's okay. I stayed in character.
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Tight Nethers would be a good name for a band.
Geek limericks are sexy. Believe it.
Word.
There once was a shaman named Brotum
Whom the ladies thought fair, and showed 'im
He had gold by the score
and a thing for the whores
Until he noticed a rash on his totem.
There once was a dork, name of Taco
Who couldn't think of words rhyming 'Taco'
To satisfy his itches
Fished around in your britches
But still couldn't rhyme fucking 'Taco.'
I bow before you all.
Here's a limerick that I made up for a poetry class I took back in universidad. It has nothing to do with what you're talking about, but I still like it, and because of this limerick my friend Mark Bates called me a folk art heroine. I think he was drunk, though, so it doesn't count.
The organist went to the preacher
to see about what he could teach her.
He fasted and prayed
all night and all day
but his OWN organ's too small to reach her.
: P
Love'n'kisses,
Blog Mussolini
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