Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
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There was a young dentist named Stone,
Who saw all his patients alone,
In a fit of depravity,
He filled the wrong cavity,
And my, how his practice has grown!
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There was a young lady of Brussels,
Who was proud of her vaginal muscles,
She could easily flex them,
And so interflex them,
As to whistle love songs through her bussles
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A lady with features cherubic,
Was famed for her area pubic,
When they asked her its size,
She replied in surprise,
“Are you speaking of square feet or cubic?" |
