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    William T. Thrasher
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    Happy Stanksgiving, to Oithlings one and all!
    May your glasses run with suds, and your trousers slowly fall!
    May your circuspinuts runneth over, and your broodbuds spawn anew!
    May your plorps plop to the fullest, and your belly fill with goo!

    #47452

    Thom.Shartle
    Moderator

    Thats bad…. real real bad… so bad it done never been good…

    #47453

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    And that’s the true meaning of stanksgiving.

    #47454

    Ospprod
    Participant

    Which is different from Skanksgiving which happens every other foursday at the Rub-and-Chug.

    #47455

    Thom.Shartle
    Moderator

    (With coupon!)

    #47456

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    And now, a limerick.

    A prickly tizn’t from Floom,
    once locked herself in her own room.
    She wanted to split,
    but her quills wouldn’t fit,
    so she picked the lock with her bazooms.

    #47457

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    And now, one more limerick.

    An upstanding bodle named Glog,
    once woke up facedown in a bog.
    He tried to recall,
    how he’d taken his fall,
    but his head was still brimming with grog.

    #47458

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    And now, a third limerick.

    A danged wrangler without any hair,
    once fell into darkest despair.
    He could get no wig,
    so was turned down for the gig,
    of being the joining in Stan’s next affair.

    #47459

    Ospprod
    Participant

    Great limericks

    Those are some scary Swiss army bazooms if they also work as lock picks.

    #47460

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    You don’t know that tizn’t like I did. That one’s based on a true story.

    #47461

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    This one is also based on a true story.

    A popular pimp with three hands,
    got hopelessly lost in the sands.
    He felt around for a road,
    but nowhere could be go’d,
    so he survived by eating his glands.

    #47465

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    There once was a hot-to-trot smelf,
    who just couldn’t help himself.
    He’d pinched the behind,
    of anything he could find,
    and stored what came out in a delf.

    #47466

    Ospprod
    Participant

    You are going to AABBA your way into the top 10 oithlings at this rate. Keep it up!
    (current standing lucky 13 but rising steadily. #12 is 7 clams ahead of you.)

    • This reply was modified 3 years, 8 months ago by  Ospprod.
    #47472

    William T. Thrasher
    Participant

    As always, the limerick shall be my sword, shield, and steed in my crusade of conquest! The clams be mine!

    A hot, sticky oithling named Will,
    thought limericks were really a thrill.
    He came up with a plan,
    to collect many a clam,
    With rhymes that he spun which were ill.

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