Think I’ll jsut share the limerick that was scratched into a bathroom stall in my high school lockerroom:
I wonder how many clueless teens tried it?
I found this huge rubber band in a drawer in my house, and I’ve been using it as a headband for a few days.
I’m really quite hungry, but I don’t know what to eat.
how about some lasagna?
Sounds great to me, thanks!
KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE (CAMELOT SONG)
We’re the knights of the Round Table,
We dance when ere we’re able,
We do routines and chorus scenes
with footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
we eat ham and jam and smam a lot.
We’re knights of the Round Table,
Our shows are formidable,
But many times, we’re
given rhymes
that are quite unsingable
We’re opera mad in Camelot,
We sing from the diaphragm
a l…o…o…o…t
In war we’re tough and able,
Quite indefatigable,
Between our quests,
we sequin vests,
and impersonate Clark Gable.
It’s a busy life in Camelot,
I have to push the pram a lot.
It’s only a model.
In an attempt to be taken more seriously, I shall now pad my post count.
I’m shameless. Utterly shameless.
I’m just plain naughty.
I must be punished.
A man with a tape recorder up his nose.
:::ba da ba dum dum dum dum dum, dum dum, ba da da dum dum, dum dum dum… rewinding noise:::
Well, here in the castle Anthrax, there is but one punishment for lighting the grail shaped beacon. You must tie her down to a bed, and give her a good spanking.
I need a good spanking.
And themn the oral sex.
I got so excited about the oral sex I forgot how to type.
America, the land of the free, free to the power of the people in uniform-kottonmouth kings
Uh oh! She got excited about the oral sex. That deserves a good spanking.
Tasha is corrupting me again…Though Monty Python does kick…
So what? You know you enjoy me corrupting you. Everyone does. I mean, well, at least the guys do.
Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowls unplugged,
And his nostrils raked and his bottom burnt off,
And his penis–
“Speech! Speech!” the boys were shouting to Hurd Applegate.
The old stamp collector got up, smiling.
It’s been a long time since there’s been a crowd of boys in Tower Mansion," he said. “I’ve been in danger of forgetting that I was ever young once myself. So I want you to come back–often.”…
“He’s a pretty good old scout after all, isn’t he?” said Frank.
“You bet he is,” replied his brother.