pouty hott, tell this douche just to stop it,
you'd have much better luck with a hobbit,
you should soon end your strife,
whip out sharp hunting knife,
turn this clown into ol' john wayne bobbit!
 

What's with her raccoon eyes? And the guy - Gene Simmons on Scrote
 

my first thought was , "oh what the hell",
when i saw ginger douche's hair gel,
it was giving me fits,
till i saw the hott's tits,
now my pants, they are starting to swell!
 

A scrotebag with the hair of Sanjaya
Had a hott with boobs like papaya.
Oh doll, please don't pout
I've got my wallet out
And sure, for a dollar I'll buy ya.
 

it's the actor from children of corn,
in his new gig, a fluffer for porn,
sits with buffy on set,
and a hundred, i'd bet,
that her pussy was just freshly shorn!
 

Is that the Sherminator on HGH?
 

Oh, hottie with long legs so pleasant
Dump this douchebag with hair like a pheasant.
I'll not be a Scrooge,
As I douse you with splooge
'Til you look like the Ghost of Christmas Present.
 

This douche is quite surely a nutter
For hott's face, I have to say "butter"
But her thighs are quite ample
And her wares, I would sample
But she looks like she's been beat with a putter
 

scrote resembles Pie movie 'Sherminator',
with his tongue he wants to fellate her,
tiny hands on the hott,
chest like a fembot,
suspects he's a daily masturbater.
 

On his lap sat a hottie Louise
But she didn't look very pleased
Last night he had told her
Right after he rolled her
About his contagious disease
 

A doucebag who's clearly the dregs
Had a hott with a chest like two kegs.
And though it's not smut
I'd give my left nut
For a chance to spread open those legs.
 

Chick's got a black eye
I'd still eat her pie
The boobs make it bareable
orange application terrible
could feed a village w/ that thigh
 

Douche says "Baby, you're hot!
Can I lick that sweet honey pot?
I'd offer to screw,
But let's see... one, two...
That's all of the inches I've got."
 

this scrote's neck, it should surely be wrung,
for his habit of sticking out tongue,
he should stay with his plan,
of finding his man,
and circling that thing 'round his bung.
 

While this guy is clearly a dick
His hott appears to be quite sick
But with a small bag
I can transform this hag
Into legs and a chest I would lick
 

eye bag hot needs a nap

as red choad surely needs a slap

i said with a grin

as i busted his chin

on your bleeth's chest i will take a crap



~the chilidoger~
 

there once was a girl named Alice,
who's parents did live in a palace,
but she couldn't sleep,
so she went out with this creep,
and he showed her his tiny, 3" phallus.
 

Hott on the lap of a scrote
makes me so sick I could choke
With gel in the hair, a peace sign, a stare, what is the point of this pair?

Attention is what she must lack
for lapping on top of this sack
with boobies so fine, and legs so divine, why oh why did you make me want to gouge my eyes out with a dull spoon?
 

....
She sat on his lap
And gave him the clap
Then the douchebag proposed
on bent knees
 

ginger jackass exclaims, "this is it!"
"i'll score more than the actor brad pitt!"
"i know just what to do,
smear my face with fresh poo,
and then i can tell all, i'm the shit!"
 

Anon rhymes about defecation
On hottie's boob augmentation
He'd make her brown
And with others she'd drown
But that's mr. white's fascination
 

It was me last night in disguise
So it must have been quite a surprise
After what that scrote's lacking
To kneel to what I'm packing --
I'm sorry about the black eyes.
 

red scrote still in his jammies

shouldnt been let out of his mammies

a load i would shoot

in those round hoots

oh boy and i do like her hammies


~gramma's jizzlet gravey~
 

One night, Douchebag from Alabama
Ventured out, his clothes part pajama.
Hot cried rape,
They caught him on tape.
Now he gets his ass pounded in the slamma.
 

Brilliant flesh is nestled atop hott's carcass,
But her tweaker face does nothing but shock us.
Her strung-out -look aside,
Upon this ginger she does ride,
Who looks like a douched-out Scut Farkas.
 

Dark eye circles on hott, lack of sleep?
Rubs thighs on torn jeans of this creep.
But for me she does yearn,
On her stomach she’d turn,
And her dirt road I’d plow tight and deep.
 

guys like this, they are busy as bees,
working hard on the hotts, if you please,
it's the oldest of jobs,
using dripping, scabbed knobs,
spreading hundreds of fresh s.t.d's!
 

There are some who just can't get it right
Limericks are meant to be tight
In meter and rhyme
Just give it some time
And you too can impress and delight
 

Meth is a bitch.
 

Bag sat with hott on a leather couch.
While being saddled sideways douchebag sad ouch.
She bit her lip,
Claimed it was her hip.
Then stuffed her dick in the hidden skirt pouch.
 

The poor pouty rich little daughter
With boobs that her father just bought her
Is honing her tease
On a scumsucking sleaze
Who's a reject from "Welcome Back, Kotter"

Oh, hott with a face like a blotter,
Do your "sports" ever tend toward the "water"?
If so, could you please
Spread open those knees
And I'll lay on my back like an otter.
 

out one night, trolling ginger named seth,
found a young gal, who we'll just call "beth",
pushed her off of the wagon,
now she's chasing the dragon,
and completely addicted to meth.
 

Dark eye circle hott sportin' a pout
Dane Cook 'bag's lookin coked out
Her boobs breed attraction
Lookin' for some jiggily action
Should dump this scrote no doubt.
 

This douchebag thinks he's so slick.
With his bag sign and his stupid tongue trick.
But he's about to receive
What I do believe
Is this hott's point heal straight to the dick.
 

Oh babe, you're a hottie, it's true
Even sporting that petulant moue.
Yet hard as I try,
With those clothes and black eye,
I keep seeing Pepe LePew.
 

His fingers are numbering two
One for pink, the other for poo
But his digits are rough
She said, "That's enough,
Just tongue my fleshy canoe"
 

there once was a clay aiken bag
who was often mistook for a fag
but that wasn't quite it
far much worse to admit
to honestly like girls in drag
 

Hott should heed some friendly advice

this douche must certainly have a case of lice

get away from this douche he is a whoosy

or suffer from an itchy pussy.
 

Look at how dark the bags are around her eyes. Crack crack
 

while her boobs are outstanding
and her thighs are commanding
metacarpally obese
and covered in grease
are no way to go through life demanding
 

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This hott has a busom that's heaving
About sex with her he's believing
She put into his drink
Saltpeter I think
An erection he won't be achieving
 

I can't think of any witty writing for this one. But i will say, HOLY SHIT LAY OFF THE CRACK. Pst, your lip's got some shit on it too. Where's the penicillin?
 

I'm with this douche to get meth
He's ugly and has much worse breath
Not much I can do
It runs when I poo
Which lubes up my dry sneth
 

bleeth is less than the sum of her parts
and its giving me odd fits and starts
i got half a chub
and i started to rub
then got a no go from my narts
 

write a limerick you dumb mother-fucks,
you're an idiot and should be driving trucks,
the rules aren't that hard,
it's a limerick, retard,
your creativity is something that sucks.
 

Yes I'm a douche and I be illin
This bleeth's a boobs are so fillin
The meth keeps her high
Pick the scabs from her thigh
And through the puss I be drillin
 

Reminds me of a movie that's odd
the main characters I give a nod
but the older brother chet
I'd slap with a fish you can bet
and say you're stewed, buttwad
 

Her spirit puts up a fight
Despite so late in the night
We've shot the horse
And coupled, of course
Even still she's got the kissy lips plight
 

give her crack, and this young lass is willin,
to do things that'd embarrass a villian,
if you do her, take care,
wrap your dick, or prepare,
to take large amounts of penicillin!
 

scott farkas was once such a bully
but the cons used his ass as a pulley
he became a young punk
way more than once thunk
post op grover was offering gulley
 

There once was a 'bag with greasey red locks.
Tongue extended, he was hoping to get some box.
But, with Hott in his lap,
A foul stench left his yap.
Repulsed, she said: Red, you smell of moldy socks.


-Amerigo Vesdouchey
 

This douchebag will do anything for poon.
Like molesting a sedated raccoon.
Not a word has she spoke
Except, "I'll suck you for coke."
She's got the herps and he going to soon.
 

Oh my god she's a crack whore.
The kind the dealers adore.
She sucks pusher’s wieners for blow.
Never carries a balance she doesn’t owe.
When this douche gets sick from f****n her he'll be no more.
 

This picture gives me the fucking creeps. Back in school, there was always one or two of those creepy red-haired kids that I just wanted to smack. Well as a matter of fact, I did smack a couple of those bastards if memory serves. They had that creepy clown skin and carrot colored hair. Just like this douche. But they sure do bruise easy. Ahh the good old days...
 

Okay my last limrick was lame.
I would put it in the hall of shame.
This hott is really scary.
I'd rather Fu** Stephon Marbury.
Cause he's my nigg* with game.
 

By the way- great job guys I just can't rhyme worth a shit so some prose will have to do.
 

Okay my limricks that are bad.
I'm off with my writting it's sad.
She does have nice tits.
I'll give her that He looks like a zit.
On my ass I once had.
 

Her boobs are now super-size,
But she should have tinted her eyes;
Swollen and black
from smokin' the crack -
The hairy one, north of his thighs
 

Her legs are long, without end
Her boobs, perfection as twins
But her pole sucker
has a wrinkled pucker
Like the starfish on Rin Tin Tin.
 

What can I say about this fire crotch?

I would definitley take the poor girls body any day which hes about to viciously molest. She has a sexy pair of legs and nice upper bod.

Can someone please explain to me why between the dark circles under her eyes, messy undid hair, and disgusting cigarrette abusing lips she shouldnt be the next feature star of dawn of the living fire crotches.

As far as Fire crotch the nightmare dragon is concerned. I would like to take him by the legs, hold him upside down in an Australian toilet bowl and watch his head slowly combust while the counter clockwise turning water washes away the fire burning monster atop his lizard tongue bearing face!
 

Poor Wendy grew up on a farm
Now to dealers exposes her charms
But the chill she perceives
Can't explain the long sleeves
That hide all the tracks on her arms
 

firecrotches fill website today
like opie here from o & a
id throw him off a terrace
and steal amy sedaris
and fuck her sweet tits until may
 

Prince Harry dropped the whole Iraq war idea and decided he'd get more chicks as a douchebag. It worked.
 

what a dirty skeezy crack whore
but for some reason this makes me want more
like i might have a chance
to get in her pants
for some crack and some liquor from store
 

A tale of a good girl gone bad
Because of a lecherous dad
She seeks validation
A sad abberation
And it's driving her stark raving mad

So now at the end of her rope
She escapes, for a while, with some dope
Soon she'll be dead
With assistance from Red
Addiction's a slippery slope
 

No time for a limerick. I just wanted to point out to the untrained eye that if you look really closely you can see what I believe is the ubiquitous white belt of duchosity. It's been awhile since the white belt made an appearance.
 

Big tits with a douche bag guy
Please let me lick your thigh
I dick slapped this wench
To give her some sense
And ended up giving her a black eye
 

Anonymous at 1:15
Prince Harry? What does that mean?
After terr'ists he's gettin'
Serving bravely Great Britain
In this thread, limerick's the routine
 

Sherminator thinks he has some poon
Too bad the girl looks like a racoon
Her boobs made his dick rise
She laughted at the size
An decided she just wanted to spoon
 

A hott at the end of her rope
Went trolling the bars for some dope
Well, one she did find
But not the right kind
Will she cope with the grope? One can hope.
 

She thinks he's a famous guy.
To hook up, he told her a lie.
That red headed pole
hasn't landed a role
since the Shermanater in American Pie.
 

Along with the other I'll chime:
On Wednesday, you really must rhyme!
There are plenty of days
When your brain can just laze
So just save your breath for that time.

I daresay it isn't too hard;
It's not like you must be a bard.
Just work out some rhymes
And voila... good times!
Or maybe your head's made of lard?
 

Fine girl looking to get high
Sitting on the lap of that stye
Between your tits spread the lotion
With my dick I create some motion
I promise not to aim for your eye

You say you are not that kind of girl
Being with that douche makes you hurl
If I can't stick it in your hole
Perhaps you'd smoke some pole
For which I would give a necklace of pearl
 

Her eyes are hallow from lack of sleep.
Her tear ducts are dry, so she can't weep.
What gives her this scare
Is her recurring nightmare
And it's materialized into the form of this creap!
 

Douchey McDouche spotted belt of white
And asked, "Does it glow if you turn out the light?"
Swapped in a coon from the wild.
When Bag retold the story he just smiled,
"Bitch clawed me all over, but damn she was tight!"
 

scrotilla punched breasty in the noggin
for she would not go brown loggin
but later that nite
to hott just to spite
his weenie he will be a floggin
 

spikey carrot has just gone to far
black eyed girlie should just punch his jaw
to severe his tongue
& it should be flung
into famaldahyde filled mason jar
 

in her right eye she was belted
then her boobies got felted
her luck's runnin out
cuz with little doubt
with 2 fingers he'll invade her pelted

ik it's a stretch

creatch
 

there must be more to this sap
to get big breated girl in his lap
he must come from money
to land this here honey
cuz his breathe smells like simian crap

how did his breathe get so smelly
from eating baboon butt jelly
hott is soon to swoon
from exhaust of this goon
and she'll hurl the contents of her belly
 

this boobie girlie is clearly sedated
scrote is not something God has created
she can erase his main flaw
with a sock to the jaw
leaving his tongue remants oddly serrated
 

junkie girl is just a trainwreck
having landed in the lap of this dreck
his outstretched tongue
has been stuck in the bung
of that green ogre named Shrek
 

her breast leap out of her sweater
to bed her I'd like nothing better
but I change my mind
the moment I find
she' s been with this habitual bed wetter

it sounds like good water sport
if that's the case I must retort
choad better make space
for Mr. White to replace
for he is king of that court
 

drugged out hottie needs a bit of schoolin'
or soon douche bag will be toolin'
her wet little crack
& her sumptuious rack
upon which he's already droolin'
 

Is he going to swallow her head?
Or stab both her boobs instead?
I don't understand
what he does with his hand
but I fear that she's already dead.
 

Oh my little high pumpkin
Ill give you a dollar for a blumpkin
Can I lick your brown eye
Then we smoke and get high
And ill give your butthole a thumpin
 

To my sexy little raccoon:
Id eat your butthole with a spoon!
For a big hit of meth
Can I poop on your chest,
And dip my flopper in your poon?
 

There once was a piece of cow dung,
Infecting a pair of innocent boobs so heaving and young,
Perhaps I should save her,
By using my razor
And ending any repeat of Deathtoungue.
 

The Sherm and a street girl named Sally
Woke up late from a nap in an alley
The free room and board
Was all they could afford
Since the rents are so high in the valley

"Shermy, baby?" she said with a pout
"It's Tuesday night. I wanna go out."
"Well, let's first eat some dinner
So you don't get any thinner.
I found us some creamed corn and sprouts."

Soon the lights of the city night beckoned
It was time to go clubbing, they reckoned
A young couple they rolled
For their cash and their clothes
Sherm was armed, so it took fifteen seconds

They walked down to Sherm's drug connection
And found he had quite the selection
"We'll have the opium stew, and
Make sure the needles are new.
We don't need any goddamn infections."

It was only a quarter to nine
They found plenty of bars with no lines
To their utter dismay
Bouncers turned them away
As they smelled like old urine and wine

"Now what will we do?" Sally cried
"Everywhere that we go we're denied."
So Sherm led her 'round back
Found a lock he could crack
And soon they were sitting inside

There were mirrors all over the place
And Sherm saw the dirt splotched on his face
Sally saw herself too
So her discomfort grew
And she hung her head fully disgraced

"Sherm, I don't want to be seen.
If they find us they'll be really mean."
"Sal, don't feel so blue.
I know what to do.
Just lean in. I'll lick your face clean."

"For flavor, you really can't top it.
I taste garbage, dead skin cells, and vomit."
She didn't have to say please
He licked her elbows and knees
Which were blacker than the La Brea tar pits

And just when Sherm got done a-lickin'
Someone thought they were good picture pickins
Sherm said, "Sally's turned on.
She's no longer withdrawn
And her beaver tastes like dumpster chicken."
 

The Ballad of Sherm and Sally
Is the best riff of all in the tally
Lone Scrote McQuade
Needs donations today
He got fired 'cause at work he did dally
 

Seriously DB1, I thought you had Hott Chick standards!
 

An advanced douche sent through time.
Skin pigment resembling swine.
It will cross her mind later,
The lap she sits on is American Pie's Shermanator.
Thank God for that sixth glass of wine...
 

There once was a lone scrote mcquade,
Who did no work, just sat and played.
Prose are rhymed and well-versed.
The outcome that's worst
Is a work suspension where he wouldn't get paid.
 

The hott came across sex on a stick.
She decided to give it a lick.
Without going down south,
She got cum in her mouth.
Spit in his hair and gave it a slick.
 

For lone scrote,

A poet with much inspiration
Posted an epic creation
But it took him so long
His boss said, "That's wrong"
Now he looks for a different vocation

Now lone scrote is out on the streets
Hitting on hotts that he meets
But he still writes his verses
His employer he curses
If you see him, buy him something to eat
 

I love her pouty kissy smirk
And on those titties I'd work
but Ivan the pimp
and Mickey the gimp
have tainted the hott so I'll jerk
 

Her vag against his thigh was glazing,
While her blackened eye was lazing;
But my heart fails to race
for this ButterFace -
Her mouth is like a California Raisin
 

She's got boobs of Double D,
and her legs go on endlessy;
So I sit here puzzled
at her wrinkled muzzled
As she humps on Jamie Kennedy.
 

He said "Babe, my offer is final"
As he made fart-sounds on the vinyl.
In exchange for a twenty,
He wanted two fingers inny
Till he could feel her spinal.
 

Alas I shall post here nevermore
For I have now reached the final score
In case you wondered,
I aimed for post one hundred
I guess that makes me a centi-whore.