cosmicbartender

You know, one of the reasons I've never joined other sites with journal sections is I never thought I had all that much that was interesting to say. The usual pissing and moaning done by anyone, sure, and I've always thought I could turn a phrase as well as the next fellow, but by and large, I just didn't think I had that much of a draw.

What's really funny is that I'll come up with things I think would make great posts in the middle of the day, but by the time I get to write them down, I either forgot it or looking at the writing just makes me cringe.

So, in the spirit of interesting things, I will post some of my favorite dirty limericks (none of which are mine):

There was a young man in St. Clair
Who was doing his wife on the stair
The banister broke, so he doubled his stroke
And he finished her off in mid-air.

There was an old man of the mountain
who frigged himself into a fountain
Twenty times he had spent, yet he wasn't content
He simply got tired of countin'.


And finally:

A philosopher (name of Descartes)
Was explaining himself to a tart.
"Since I think, I exist", he remarked as he pissed.
"So then what does it mean when I fart?"


Hope you like it.

-CB