Limericks For Ted S.

In her winter of discontent she could sense where her destiny went. She tatooed on her skin a mad Kraut with a grin and inside they installed a big stent. Come inside, said the maiden, yes, YOU, You are mine for this rendez-vous. So his down under head pinned her clear to the bed but her entrance was just a tatoo. He inspected the part with his glasses, then made Mesmer-like ritual passes. And the flesh quickly parted (I am sorry she farted) and his trance was all caused by the gases. When he woke she was working his member, it had grown from the status of ember. Then she went to the loo with her feline tatoo all this happened in early December. Since you asked, a tatoo can be fake, can suggest the idea of a cake. But most men want to cheat as to keep and to eat it's the woman who's baking the cake. Should you be, by this story confused, should your ego be (men only) bruised, Let me say, a tatoo stops the wankers like you and the ladies will NOT be abused. Just some fun for the poet named Ted. Who reminds me of Kelly's own Ned* And a caution to add you must surely be mad double-dip in the ink - you are dead.