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Nov. 30th, 2003 03:56 amWhen I am drunk, apparently, I make up *bad* limericks. But that's okay. When I am drunk, they're funny.
This, and anything in this vein I may write, is entirely
sharp_tongue's fault.
There once was a Cardiff coal miner
Who set out to sea on a liner.
He slipped on the floor,
Fell through some woman’s door,
And landed, face first, in her handbag.
This, and anything in this vein I may write, is entirely
There once was a Cardiff coal miner
Who set out to sea on a liner.
He slipped on the floor,
Fell through some woman’s door,
And landed, face first, in her handbag.