Wednesday, November 21, 2007

 

Wednesday Limerick



Three blondies were bored by the pool house.
When up popped a douche-head named Klaus.
'Mein frauleins!" he cried,
With Germanic aside,
'Mein tattoo says my hair's been deloused!"
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The blondes make me love at first glance
I just barely saw seniorbag Vance
On my brain those chests are seared
Forget about Old Man Balls' gray beard
Excuse me, 'fore I soil my pants
 
Everyone is away for turkey day
However a few baghunters need to stay
To lambaste this scrotey inmate
Who is a certifiable ingrate
Triple team? If I may.
 
Large sunshades and Bleethflips abound,
And the scrotehawk on douchbag astounds.
Yet the clevite on Green,
Is a joy to be seen,
So an "attaboy" to this choad I'll sound.
 
Booger and Takashi are the culprits
While Poindexter stared at their tits
With three little snips
Out tumbled triple nips
Louis and Gilbert convulsed in fits

(I watched Revenge of the Nerds last night)
 
There once were three blondes, young and hott,
Who wore bakinis to show what they got.
"Don't worry," said they
To my look of dismay.
"This is just our uncle, Scott."
 
To himself a 'bag pondered with glee
"These chicks are clever to be hanging with me"
But soon he will find
That when they're combined
Their IQ comes to one hundred and three
 
The triplets are divine
While the choad is swine
If I scalped him with a spoon
The masses would sing a tune
That sounds like Red, Red, Wine
 
Tom Sizemore's got a new 'do
And he's hanging with a new crew,
Midlife crisis hits him hard
Getting mileage from his Playboy Mansion card
When I'm 50 hope to do this too!
 
My god what is wrong with this scene?
Blond hotts and Mr Lesion-pocked ween
Try all you might
You'll go home alone tonight
Till he's next seen on To Catch A Predator courting teens

Seven boobs counted down by the pool
Except one is clearly a tool
For the vixen on the right
This choad I shall smite
And lick her like icing on strudel
 
Look at this dusty little cock
trying to score with this sweet ass flock
He bribes them with money and with cars
get them into parties with A-list stars
but they know his rap is a bunch of crock.
 
I see ta-ta-titties galore
and an old bleeth yonder yore
what's this in the middle of the pic
but a bloated, dirty, scumbag prick
A pedophile on the loose trying to score.
 
I spy four blondes, three are hot.
Three have boobies, one does not.
Three towels say her, one says him,
I hope the guy goes for a swim
Tied to three 100 pound bags of lead shot.
 
Look at this dirty old fart
trying to score with 3 delicious little tarts,
He says "You can call me Unlce Andy,
And if you want some sweet candy,
Down my pants is where to start."
 
Green stripe is a minx--vivacious
Her rack is spectacular--bodacious
She wants me so bad
Of that I am glad
My thoughts are obscene--salacious
 
In this pic, all the cleavage...oh my!
To get hands full this douchebag will try
If he is successful
It'll be very stressful
A pencil I'll jab in my eye
 
In this pic are six boobs and a dick.
The latter doth make me quite sick.
Fetal position I've curled
and cried like a little pansy girl
betwixt thrice pairs of cans my face I will stick...
 
*shakes head dissapprovingly*

whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

http://paidandpopular.blogspot.com
 
With stiped funbags full on display
A blond-hott shines jolly and fey.
Friends sunglassed, ill-treated,
By Bleethdom defeated,
While she dreams of running away.
 
I thought David Lee Roth was dead.
He's alive and well with a bird nest on his head.
Middle hott carries this pic
This douchebags ass I'd kick
Just to get all three hotties in bed.


On a side note, middle hott is going into the spank bank.
 
A six pack of delectable melons,
Surround a douche who looks more like a felon,
His faux-hawk makes the eyes bleed,
Though his tat you can't read,
How he got into the country club's pool, there's no tellin.
 
Dude paid for 1 and he got three
Now he's happy as can be,
What he doesn't know yet
Is what he's going to get
When these 3 girls stand up to pee.
 
Taking off with all three
D. Baggins runs with much glee.
While Mr. Turdhawk
is forced to take a walk
off a long pier in to the sea.
 
Bleeths like these are out of our classes,
Especially if their tits match their asses,
Scrotehawk's grin makes me spew bile,
I want to take a shovel across that smile,
And those bitches better give my grandmother back her sunglasses.
 
Bag asks why so much peroxide?
And knows he's committed hott suicide.
Backing in to his garage
he remembers this entourage
and inhales carbon monoxide
 
Fondle me this, fondle me that
why do these three stand next to this gay cat?
He can't appreciate what's best
about these girls who are blessed
but he wont give them to me, what an asshat.
 
I know you'll agree
with me about these three
when I say "Holy Shit"
and by that I mean I'd hit it
until my dick fell off, I guarantee.
 
The amount of scrotitude in this pic is immense,
his creepiness a blatent offense.
Sure the hotties are hot,
and I like the goodies they,ve got,
but why they hang with this wreck makes no sense.

-scrotacus
 
What a cute little tuft of hair
beneath that fat and rosy stare,
dude thinks he's getting action
but he's just been put in mental traction,
As 3 hotties submitted photo on a dare.
 
A choad in a tanktop named Zach
Hit on hotties whose asses he'd smack
But he'd have better chances
Of coital romances
With his mom, red hair, in the back
 
A skeleton crew mans the fort
Through douches and hotties we sort
As turkey day nears
We say to our peers
Don't be like this 'bag....avoid anal warts
 
The Scarecrow took a dump on his bean,
this pile of steaming straw-crap we've not seen.
These hotts are in harm,
from his chowder head charm,
I yearn to make this a single homicide scene.

Scrotacus
 
that girl in the green stripes is faaaaantastic. sexy eyes always beats bug goggles.
 
To this logo-and-tufted dope,
If there's a God you've got no hope,
You care more for the thatch on your head,
Then getting thrice snatch to your bed,
Though you might get a courtesy grope. (shudder)
 
Mitch says green stripe is fantastic
Though her tits are probably plastic
With saliva he'll coat 'em
Then motor-boat 'em
And tug 'em just like they're elastic
 
Paris and Nicky are nice,
their friend on the left makes thrice.
On this site, these hotts are the best
cause they display their big chests
But I suspect that these 3 work for Fleiss
 
Tomorrow while dining on yams
I'll be thinking about green stripe's mamms
They'd look awfully great
On my holiday plate
Like a coupla Thanksgiving hams
 
Ooooh, to be a bikini top
Or to be a bikini bottom
The choice that you face
don't depend on her face
but on whether or not she's got 'em!
 
There once was a glorious mountain range.
Lovely peeks, valleys...my mind it did derange.
Oh crap, what's this.
A 'bag diminishes my bliss.
Beat it, 'bag. And take with you your mange.


-Amerigo Vesdouchey
 
Three bleeths that were scantily clad
Took this pic on a fun day they had.
But when they were told
That their "boyfriend's" too old
They were all like "eww gross - that's our dad!"
 
The Creeper's Polish cousin scored the coke.
These blondes now have pole to smoke.
One fine day green top will be living in a trailer.
So let the old guy nail her
And for me give her starfish a poke.
 
Ed is to douchebag limericks as da vinci is to art!
 
a national holiday approaching,
as this stuffed turkey's skeeze keeps encroaching.
3 pies surround,
this deep fried poon hound,
his egg head is ready for poaching.

scrotacus
 
A douchebag that we shall call Skunky
Scored three hotts with funbags nice and chunky.
They seduced and bewitched him,
Took their free drinks and ditched him.
Now he sobs as he's spanking the monkey.
 
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Just got out of the joint and looking for fun
While kicking it in Miami beach under the sun,
Parolee found three cuties
who better give up the pa-tooty
Or he'll kill them all one by one.
 
If this douche saw himself in the mirror
he'd see that his tattoo read "quere"

Like it or not he's landed three hott,
even though like Burt, his head he did shear.

-The Douche of Hazzard
 
One cannot dispute the facts,
that these are three penis-engorging racks,
But what ruins the mood,
is the sheer doucheitude,
of the guy who chases Mad Max.
 
@ Douche of Hazzard

Good effort but limericks follow an aa-bb-a format for ryhmes.
 
These girls make my pants swell with emotion.
Instead of rubbing one out I'll just laugh (I can't find the lotion).
While they stand ear to ear,
There's a noise they can all hear:
The soothing sounds of the distant ocean.
 
Is this the dude from Mad Max
who had the mohawk, the snarl and the axe?
Man he's gotten quite dumpy
fat, bloated and plumpy,
His exercise regimen must be lax.
 
Limerick or rack lick?
Which one will I pick?
When posing with 3 Betty's
I'll try not to get sweaty
and let my hand slip off my joystick.
 
Three buxom blondes tanning by the pool,
took a pity picture with a tool,
His hair he had shorn,
to a stylish unicorn horn,
while his chin pubes collected his drool.
 
Man these bleeths are quite hot
On their faces I'd like to pop a shot,
Then to grandma in background I'd go
And give her a fantastic show
with my magic finger on her crotch rot.
 
Does his tat say baguette?
Looks lovely, faggot.
Do you style your hair
by spraying nair in the air?
Next time drink some and forget it.
 
Can we all agree green suit is "Nikki"?
I'd prefer to do her, but I'm not picky.
D of H, to rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's not that easy, it's tricky.
 
fuck fish slap!!!
 
Granny the red
I can't get you out of my head
Please tell me your single
so we can co-mingle
naked and wrinkly in my bed.
 
I think I just threw up a little
in my mouth, thought it was spittle.
But no, there was more
these chunks I deplore.
I'm trying to forget my last transmittal.
 
DB1 you give me hours of entertainment,
It's like Maxim with comedy and no payment.
This pics one of the best,
Three loads, one for each chest.
When I buy your book, DB1, I hope I don't stain it.
 
John Mayer sang your body is a wonderland.
I really don't want to be out of hand
but mine feels like the bathroom floor at a free clinic
and it's no freaking picnic
something just came out of my nose, looked like a gland
 
A bevy of boobies to choose,
from my nether regions i'm beginning to ooze.
Yet I am loosing my erection,
because the qauft topped infection,
is driving me to lunch break sneaked booze!

scrotacus
 
I'm not sure which hott to thank,
for the blood flowing to my crank,
Three racks all aglow,
coupled with Limey's Bleethe below,
plenty of unwholesome goodness for a quick yank!
 
Left to right: thick, thin, and thinner.
Do the thoughts in my head make me a sinner?
I'll get them oiled up for sweet lovin'
So when I'm done I'll put them straight in the oven,
And come tomorrow I'll serve them for Thanksgiving dinner!

Yum!
 
I SWEAR TO GOD I didn't even notice that pile of douchecrement there until I had been staring at the hottie in the middle for a good hour and a half.

I am in love.
 
Girl in green says "D Baggins get better!"
If you don't, it will truly upset her.
She'll tell the choad
To hit the road
Once you're healed, cause you make her wetter.
 
Fuck fish slap!!!!
 
I could live between greenies firm breasts,
and from there shoot my wad on the rest.
like a little tiet mouse,
striped boobies my house,
now I just have to bury that turd to the west.

scrotacus
 
There once was choad named Chase,
He thought he'd won the hott race.
Little did he know
I was about to go
WWE with a hammer to his face.
 
Unable to avoid this douchey prick,
the good times slowly changed to sick,
but the cameraman had guile,
and said, "Everyone smile...
...especially if you have no dick!"
 
Lounging at Somewhere Club Med,
Blondie turned to douchebag and said,
"The most queer stylist would say,
your hairdo is 'uber-gay,'
and looks like a frosted cupcake shit on your head."

(work is slow)
 
Two broads strolled in with cum goggles,
How they hang with my uncle my mind boggles.
I'd pay to give them a facial
but I don't know if they're into interracial,
But I'm sure they let me gnaw through their top toggles.
 
Biker Bob on the beach
clinging to bleeths like a leach,
He tells them he'll go away
and leave them alone the entire day
If they rub his fuzzy peach.
 
On the head of a ‘bag named Dong,
Perched a turd with an unpleasant pong,
And tattooed on his chest,
In place of a vest,
Was the word “Queen”, spelled wrong.

Pants are Just a Suggestion
 
Oh so lightly did the creepy ‘bag tread
To snap a photo before the blondes fled
But when they turned around
Their shock was profound
What the hell is that bleached fur on his head?
 
There once was a bleach-hawked choady old chap
Who posed with Hotts and a photo did snap
But let us all raise a toast
Cause all it takes is a post
To make anonymous say “Fuck Fish Slap!”
 
Plinky's still working today
The reg's have all gone away
But a few still remain
Dishing out pain
Much to the douchebags' dismay
 
I tell you that chick on the left
Has a deceptively spectacular cleft
Twixt her boobies that is
Just right for my jizz
She's with douchebag and I am bereft
 
One day by the pool I had seen'em
Three blondes with one brain between'em
A douchebag addiction
A sorry affliction
I tried but still failed to wean'em
 
i am sickened by this douches do,
he looks like a queer cockatoo.
he's old and he's sad,
he could be their dad,
a hot pile of Jacksonville poo.

scrotacus
 
This pic reminds me of an old rhyme
That my mom used to read before my bedtime -
Of three blind little mice
Who ran around looking all nice,
But hung around with a former tattoo artist named “Hunter” who got them in backstage at the Bon Jovi concert and introduced them to cocaine and anal sex.

Sorry. My bitterness got the better of me at the end there...
 
Is that a arm band tattoo I see in the background?
And whats with the glasses on that pretty little cunt spreader? Those glasses are bigger than this Douches future.
I love polka dots!
Horizontal stripes makes you look fat, just a heads up to you left douche arm pit stroker.
And the sexy little cock huffer on the left, I like the heavily medicated look. Dont worry, you can run back to arm band tattoo boy once the picture is taken.
 
Yes, it's early on Thanksgiving morn
And between sleep and limericks I'm torn
But I have a sworn doodie
(Hehehe, I said "doodie")
I must rag on the 'bags with true scorn

There once were three blondes in bikinis
Who liked bleachy 'hawks and small wienies
And because of their boobs
'Slayers busted out lube
And made theirs the size of zucchini

There once was a scroteball named Ted
With a bleached tuft of crap on his head
Though it was just a 'hawk
Blondies cheered as they gawked
"Let's hang out with this doucheturd instead!"
 
Unless I am wholly mistaken

(could be as my snake is a quakin')

The green strip-ped toy

Is that babe from Playboy

One the "E" Show that eats Hugh Heff's bacon.
 
Correction, last line "ON the E show..."
 
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