It’s almost too effing hot to do anything. I’m hiding in the man-cave with the fans roaring and it sounds more like an airport runway than a man-cave. It’s as good a day as any to post more of my favorite things: limericks. I normally post limericks by category but not today. Here are a few chosen totally at random from the archives.

💥(1941)

There was a young man from St. Kitt

Who was screwing a spinster, but quit.

Said she, “Don’t be scary,

Its only my cherry,”

But he said, “It feels more like a pit.”

💥💥(1928)

There was a young girl from Samoa

Who determined that no man should know her.

One fellow tried

But she wiggled aside,

And spilled all the spermatozoa.

💥💥💥(1927)

There was a young man of Cape Horn

Who wished he’d never been born.

And he wouldn’t have been

If his father had seen

That the end of the rubber was torn.

💥💥💥💥(1941)

A certain young man of St.Paul

Consistently practiced withdrawal.

This quaint predilection

Created such friction,

He soon had no foreskin at all.

❤️❤️❤️

I HOPE THEY MADE YOU SMILE A LITTLE