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Give the people what they want! Everybody loves smut...
Dirty limericks, anyone?

There once was a local called Land
Who had a quite limber right hand.
One night he screamed,
'That damn Vaseline,
Some bastard has mixed it with sand!'

There was a young man from Montrose
Who had a wet dream I suppose.
The landlady said,
As she changed his bed,
'This didn't come out of his nose.'

There was a young hooker from Looe
Who filled her vagina with glue.
She said with a grin,
'If they pay to get in,
'They can pay to get out of here, too!'

There was a young girl from Divizes
Who had tits that were two different sizes.
One was quite small
Hardly anything at all,
But the other was big and won prizes.

There was a young sailor called Dave
Who kept a dead 'ore in a cave
It took him some pluck
To have a cold fuck
But think of the money he saved!

There was a young man from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
Within an hour
His cock was in flower,
And his balls were all covered with weeds.

There once was a vampire named Mabel
Whose periods were rather unstable.
One night at full moon,
She took out a spoon
And drank herself under the table.

daqui

179

Eu fui. Rasparta...

178

Mostra? Será mais o pegue e come ou beba, né...
A volta da Feira do Folar, Chouriça, Vinho e milhões de Cervejas.

177

Dinheiro bem gasto:
- as minhas botas de pedreiro

- a música que mais roda em casa agora

- a leitura em curso

176

A propósito de frigoríficos, a amigo Bagaço Amarelo fez-me pensar se o meu será normal ou cheio de m*rdices também...


Para além de ímanes de Granada, Oregon, New Zealand, Fátima, Canadá, do Acosta, da Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, uma vaca, um cão, uma concha, um cozinheiro, o ovo estrelado de quando andava a tirar carta, uma placa (que diz "Those who indulge, bulge"), uma mala, etc ... ainda tenho postais vários, arte alheia e arte própria, um totoloto com meses, uma cena chinesa da sorte, bilhetes da bola, autocolantes do SCP, bilhetes e pulseiras de festivais e concertos...
O que mais prezo e que lá está: um desenho feito a meias com o Sobrinho, um recorte duma amiga ("Ideals are like stars - we never reach them, but like the mariners of the sea, we chart our course by them" de Carl Schurz), e um abaixo assinado solicitando a minha conversão a uma determinada rede de telemóvel afim de facilitar as carteiras aos amigos/as.
Se isto mostra uma correlação com o estado mental, tou lixada.

175

A minha única queixa sobre o filme "Vicky Christina Barcelona": ele não se despiu tanto como as actrizes - uma injustiça... Javier Bardem. Andalay, andalay, arriba, arriba...

174

As much as he may try to NOT look good, he just can't... Keanu Reeves