Tobor took his victims aside
And anal distension applied
But abandoned his goal
As he probed Gabe's asshole
"Someone's beaten me to it", he cried

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

A man from a Scottish news service
hid decadent lusts 'neath his surface.
His ardor for fowl
and for sheep, pigs, and cows
made the livestock of Glasgow quite nervous.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Wirthling's dirty old dad was a fountain
Of advice on which Wirthling kept countin'
He said, "There's no greater gas,
Than to tap firm pink ass"
The confused lad was soon donkey-mountin'

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

Said wirthling "I think you all ought
To know what Andy does with animals he's caught.
To their rears he's invasive."
But I think this is a case of
A kettle being called black by a pot.

I started to make a CC 67 entry based on some graffiti a friend of mine made in college while in an altered state, but what developed turned out too good, so I'm posting it here:

Limerick of the Sperm by kaufman 9-28-01

Hey now, I feel strong excitation. Our chance has come for impregnation. We rush toward that twat, Soon his load will be shot ... Damn it all, it's only masturbation.

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I already told you. I'm bi.

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A Cautionary Braille by kaufman 10-01-01

Last weekend, my mother did find, Me beating my meat 'twixt the pines. She told me: Son, get your hand off your gun! If you don't, you will likely go blind!

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