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Now that's some mighty fine steampunking.
A man once told me before he died
I know not whether the bastard lied
About a maiden with [...] so wide
That she could never be satisfied.
And so they fashioned a monstrous wheel
And to it fastened a [...] of steel
Two balls of brass they filled with cream
And the whole f'ing issue was run by steam.
Around and round went the monstrous wheel
And in and out went the [...] of steel
Until at last the maiden cried
Tarry a while I am satisfied.
Now this is the story as I heard it
There was no way of stopping it
The maid was torn from [...] to [...]
And the whole f'ing issue went up in shit.
is that the original steely dan????
There was a comedian talking about his Aunt Teak. She finally died at 110. She was so old that her vagina had mice. Her dildo dated back to the Elizabethan Age. It was so old it had a handle and a crank.
There Once was a guy named lil rick
went through life with a corkscrew [....]
his goal in life was the endless hunt
to find a woman with a corkscrew [....]
He finally found her
then fell dead
the son of a [...] had a left hand thread
And it has knobs, imagine that. :snicker:Quote:
Originally Posted by N2KKM
Wow, lookss.... um, industrial strength. Give new meaning to Lube.
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Originally Posted by N2NH
You guys are sick, sick, SICK! (;->) The only reason I say that is because I don't have a copy of the Sunbeam Screwmaster ad I ran off on the mimeograph in high school.
When a man grows old and his balls grow cold
And the end of his knob turns blue,
When it's bent in the middle like a one-string fiddle,
He can tell a tale or two.
So find me a seat and stand me a drink
And a tale to you I'll tell,
Of Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete,
And the gentle Eskimo Nell.
When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Go out in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye Dick who wields the prick
And Mexican Pete the gun.
And when Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Are sore depressed and mad,
'Tis mostly cunt that bears the brunt,
So the shooting ain't so bad.
Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete
Had been hunting in Dead Man's Creek,
And they'd had no luck in the way of a fuck
For nigh on half a week.
Just a moose or two, a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
And for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick
This fucking was mighty slow.
So do or dare this horny pair
Set out for the Rio Grande,
Dead-Eye Dick with his muscular prick
And Pete with his gun in hand.
They blazed away on their randy way,
No man their fire withstood,
And many a bride who was hubby's pride
Knew pregnant widowhood.
They made the strand of the Rio Grande
At the height of a blazing noon,
And to slake their thirst and do their worst
They sought Black Mike's saloon.
As they crashed their way through the big swing doors
Both prick and gun flashed free,
"According to sex, you bleeding wrecks
You drinks or fucks with me."
Now they knew this trick of Dead-Eye Dick
From the Horn to Panama,
And with nothing worse than a muttered curse
Those cowhands sought the bar.
The women too knew his playful ways
Down on the Rio Grande,
And forty whores took down their draws
At Dead-Eye Dick's command.
They saw the fingers of Mexican Pete
Twitch on the trigger grip,
'Twas death to wait, at a fearful rate
Those whores began to strip.
Now Dead-Eye Dick was breathing quick
With lecherous snorts and grunts,
As forty arses were bared to view
To say nothing of forty cunts.
Now forty arses and forty cunts
You'll see if you use your wits
And rattle a bit at arithmetic –
That's likewise eighty tits.
And eighty tits is a gladsome sight
For a man with a raging stand,
They may be rare in Berkeley Square,
But not on the Rio Grande.
Now Dead-Eye Dick had fucked a few
The last preceding night,
But this he had done by way of fun
Just to whet his appetite.
His phallic limb was in fighting trim
So he backed and took a run:
He made a dart at the nearest tart
And scored a bull in one.
He bore her to the sandy floor
And fucked her deep and fine,
And although she grinned it put the wind
Up the other thirty-nine.
Now Dead-Eye Dick he fucks 'em quick,
And flinging the first aside,
He was making a jump at the second cunt
When the swing doors opened wide.
And into that hall of sin and vice –
Into that harlot's hell
Strode a gentle maid who was unafraid,
Her name was Eskimo Nell.
Now Dead-Eye Dick had got his prick
Well into number two
When Eskimo Nell let out a yell
And shouted "Hey there, you!"
He gave a flick of his mighty prick,
And the tart flew over his head,
He turned about with a snarling shout,
Both eyes and knob were red.
With a lustful leer he said "Look here
Just get into the queue,
I've got to mate with thirty-eight
Before I get to you."
But Eskimo Nell she stood it well
And looked him in the eyes,
With the utmost scorn she glimpsed the horn
That rose from his hairy thighs.
She blew a puff from her cigarette
Onto his steaming knob,
So utterly beat was Mexican Pete
He forgot to do his job.
Eskimo Nell then broke the spell
In accents calm and cool:
"You cunt-struck shrimp of a yankee pimp
It's Eskimo Nell's not yours."
She shed her garments one by one
With an air of conscious pride,
And as she stood in her womanhood,
They saw the great divide.
She laid right down on the table top
Where someone had laid a glass,
With a twitch of her tits she crushed it to bits
Between the cheeks of her arse.
She bent her knees with supple ease
And opened her legs apart,
With a final nod to the randy sod
She gave him the cue to start.
Now Dead-Eye Dick knew another trick
And meant to save his powers,
For if he'd a mind he could stand a grind
For a couple of solid hours.
So Dead-Eye Dick with his king of a prick
Prepared to take his time,
For a girl like this was fucking bliss
So he staged a pantomime.
He winked his arsehole in and out
And made his balls inflate,
Till they looked like a couple of granite globes
On top of a garden gate.
He rubbed his foreskin up and down,
His knob increased in size,
His mighty prick grew twice as thick
And almost reached his eyes.
He polished his knob with rum and gob
To make it steaming hot,
And to finish the job he sprinkled his knob
With a cayenne pepper pot.
He didn't back to take a run,
Nor yet a flying leap,
He didn't swoop but seemed to stoop
And advanced with a steady creep.
Then he took a sight as a gunman might
Along his mighty tool,
And shoved his lust with a dextrous thrust –
Firm, calculating and cool.
Have you ever seen the pistons
On a giant C.P.R.
With a driving force of a thousand horse,
Then you know what pistons are.
Or you think you do, but you've yet to learn
The awe-inspiring trick,
Of the work that's done on a non-stop run
By a man like Dead-Eye Dick.
But Eskimo Nell was an infidel,
With a really tough construction
With the strength of ten in her abdomen
And a paralysing suction.
Amidships she could stand the rush
Like the flush of a water closet,
So she grasped his cock like a Chatwood lock
On a national safe deposit.
She lay for a while with a subtle smile
While the grip of her cunt grew keener,
Then giving a sigh she sucked him dry
With the ease of a vacuum cleaner.
She performed this feat in a way so neat
As to set at complete defiance
The primary cause and the basic laws
That govern sexual science.
She calmly rode through the phallic code
That for years had stood the test,
And the ancient rule of the classic school
In a moment or two went west.
And now my friend, we draw to an end
Of the copulating epic,
The effect on Dick was sudden and quick
And akin to anaesthetic.
He slipped to the floor and knew no more
His passions extinct and dead
He didn't shout as his tool came out
It was stripped down to a thread.
Mexican Pete he sprang to his feet,
To avenge his pal's affront,
With a fearful jolt he drew his colt
And rammed it up her cunt.
He shoved it up to the trigger grip
And fired two times three,
But to his surprise she rolled her eyes
And smiled in ecstasy.
She leaped to her feet with a smile so sweet,
"Bully for you" she cried,
"That pistol shot was the best of the lot,
At last I'm satisfied."
"I thought you jerks could give me the works"
She said in accents cool,
"But I guess I must go to the land of the snow
To find a man with a tool.
"I'm going back to the frozen north,
To a land where spunk is spunk,
Not a turgid stream of lukewarm cream
But a solid frozen chunk.
"Back to the land where they understand
What it means to fornicate,
Where even the dead sleep two in a bed
And the infants copulate.
"Back to the land of the mighty stand,
Where the nights are six months long,
Where the polar bear wanks in his lair,
That's where they'll sing this song.
"They'll tell this tale on the artic trail
Where the nights are sixty below,
Where it's so damn cold, French letters are sold
Wrapped in a ball of snow.
"In the valley of death with baited breath
It's there we'll sing it too,
Where the skeletons rattle in sexual battle
And the mouldering corpses screw.
"So when next your friend and you intend
To sally forth for fun,
Buy Dead-Eye Dick a sugar stick
And get yourself a bun."
This is much like being back at school and Edward Lear set a fine example:
There was a young fellow from Kent
Whose [.....] was exceedlingly bent
So to save himself trouble
He stuffed it in double
And instead of coming he went.
There was a young man from Devizes
Whose [.....] were of different sizes
One was so small
It was no use at all
And the other was large and won prizes.
Oh yea? :neener:
There once was a man named Bates
Tried to do the Fandango on Skates
One swipe of his cutlass
Rendered him nutless
And practically useless on dates.
Or maybe...
Well, no...that's enought!:lol: