A guy I worked with once spent a lovely evening telling me variations of the ‘Man from Nantucket’ limerick. It was quite fun. Funeral directors are some of the filthiest mother fuckers you’ll ever meet.
But yes, dirty limericks have a charm of their own. I do love them. Hate writing ‘em at times, but I [...]

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Ah my dear lady, my oblivious darling, my sweetest dream…you drive meNear madness, unknowingly, so unknowingly! How enticing you are, so close to me, yetNot reachable. It would be so easy to stretch out my hand and touch, caress theApple of your cheek, smooth skin under my fingertips, to skim them through the silk of [...]

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