Wednesday, November 27, 2013

1203. 3-2-1... Contacts!

As he stroked to a mag of nude lasses
A teen's mother walked in, gave him sasses:
"Besides rotting your mind,
You're gonna go blind!"
Kid:  "May I do it 'til I need glasses?"

More and more I'm resorting to writing limericks with punch lines from hoary jokes.  Does my lack of originality indicate that it's time I quit?

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