A long-time friend of mine, whom I haven’t spoken to in far too long, called me out of the blue last night and, without so much as a “hello world”, launched directly into a dirty limerick. It’s so dirty that I can’t possibly reproduce it here verbatim; all words which are simply too dirty to print have been replaced with dashes. (It reads best out loud.)
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- - - - - - - fuck.
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