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"I was five when my step dad stole my innocence."
From: "Fifteen Shards of Broken Glass" by Phoenix, published on Stories Space.
I found it through the random story button, a feature I've grown to like more and more. That single line caused my blood to boil and I simply have to read the story now.
From: "Fifteen Shards of Broken Glass" by Phoenix, published on Stories Space.
I found it through the random story button, a feature I've grown to like more and more. That single line caused my blood to boil and I simply have to read the story now.
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Quote by gypsyQuote by paulus
I've always liked limericks and I'm kind of surprised, they don't have their own thread on a site like this. Why not give it a try. I'll kick off with one, I originally wrote in the random poem thread.
To resist her gets harder and harder
when she stands there just wearing her garter
when she moves with her hips
and she moistens her lips
I forget I was hired to guard her
A bodyguard's nightmare... or dream?
Good one!
I love limericks, and have 2 published as short poems on this site.
A Philatelical Limerick
An Ode to Somniloquy
There is also The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form, in case you had time hanging heavy on your hands.
And now, here is one to add to the thread:
There once was a lad from Chicoutimi,
Who said : I do not eat charcuterie,
If I were to do that,
I'd be sure to get fat,
For that's what charcuterie would do to me.
***
Chicoutimi : a city in Québec, Canada
Charcuterie : 1 : a store where pork products, as hams, sausages, and pâtés are sold.
2 : the items sold in such a store.
I've read all three of them and like them a lot. I apologize for scoring An Ode to Somniloquy with a 4, I wanted 5 but the mouse slipped.
I know a lot of limericks, most of them not suited for here, and all of them in dutch. So I'll stick to writing my own here. That's what this thread is for anyway. Thanks for your contribution.
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Quote by Circle_Something
When I go to think of a question, the first thing on my mind is always something perverted. I wonder why that is?
That may have to do with the fact, that a dirty mind is a joy forever. That is just a guess however. At times, I have that same problem. like right now
What, if anything, would you never eat, even if your life depended on it?
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I know I'm no debutant...
Yet I don't know my way
In this web of emotions
Still don't know what to say
Don't know why I am hurting
everybody I know
Wish that someone would tell me
Should I stay? Should I go?
I know I'm no debutant...
Yet these questions remain
Guess I'll have to face living
And endure all the pain
Yet I don't know my way
In this web of emotions
Still don't know what to say
Don't know why I am hurting
everybody I know
Wish that someone would tell me
Should I stay? Should I go?
I know I'm no debutant...
Yet these questions remain
Guess I'll have to face living
And endure all the pain
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I've always liked limericks and I'm kind of surprised, they don't have their own thread on a site like this. Why not give it a try. I'll kick off with one, I originally wrote in the random poem thread.
To resist her gets harder and harder
when she stands there just wearing her garter
when she moves with her hips
and she moistens her lips
I forget I was hired to guard her
A bodyguard's nightmare... or dream?
To resist her gets harder and harder
when she stands there just wearing her garter
when she moves with her hips
and she moistens her lips
I forget I was hired to guard her
A bodyguard's nightmare... or dream?
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This is an old one, and everyone probably already knows it, but still...
A guy walks into a bar and orders a whiskey. Looking around he notices a horse, drinking a beer. Bending over to the barman he says: "I bet, I can make that horse laugh out loud, within five minutes". The Barman answers: "If you do that, this whiskey and the next one are on the house". The man walks over to the horse, whispers in his ears and within minutes, the horse is roaring with laughter. "How did you do that?", the barkeeper asks. "That's my secret", the man answers. He then drinks his whiskey and leaves.
Exactly a week later the same man returns to the bar. The horse is there too. Again he leans over to the barkeeper: "I bet, I can make that horse cry like a baby". "If you can do that, your first two drinks are on the house again". So the man walks over to the horse and within two minutes, the animal is crying like nobody cried before. "I'll give you your whiskey for free all night long", the barman declares, "but you'll have to tell me how you did that". "Okay", says the man, "Last week, when I made him laugh, I told him mine was bigger than his". "Today I showed him".
A guy walks into a bar and orders a whiskey. Looking around he notices a horse, drinking a beer. Bending over to the barman he says: "I bet, I can make that horse laugh out loud, within five minutes". The Barman answers: "If you do that, this whiskey and the next one are on the house". The man walks over to the horse, whispers in his ears and within minutes, the horse is roaring with laughter. "How did you do that?", the barkeeper asks. "That's my secret", the man answers. He then drinks his whiskey and leaves.
Exactly a week later the same man returns to the bar. The horse is there too. Again he leans over to the barkeeper: "I bet, I can make that horse cry like a baby". "If you can do that, your first two drinks are on the house again". So the man walks over to the horse and within two minutes, the animal is crying like nobody cried before. "I'll give you your whiskey for free all night long", the barman declares, "but you'll have to tell me how you did that". "Okay", says the man, "Last week, when I made him laugh, I told him mine was bigger than his". "Today I showed him".
