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[Mel Asher]

No offence intended to the folks from Erin's Isle -

OK, you frustrated ( or not so ) Tranny-tracers, my first limerick will have to wait until the flood begins. Meantime my doodling pen meandered out with the following :

I woke up in the morning with a hard-on like a rock
I reached around to scratch my arse and found it full of cock !
It was then that I remembered my long binge the night before
When I tried to ' pull ' a piece of skirt
- Least that is what I saw -
We ended drinking ' Dempseys '** which got right to my head.
So now I've got a visitor a-lurking in my bed . . .

The cunning and deceitfulness
It really worked on me.
It really made me angry - I just should have stuck to Tea !
She really got my back up
So I downed another shot
And now I love the Trannies
And everything they've got ! ! !

The moral of this story
Is plain enough to see
That if you want to ' Hunt the Cunt '
Then don't go out with me ! !

( Unless you want a really good time, of course ! )

** ' Dempsey ' a cocktail made up of Calvados, Pernod and Grenadine. If you substitute Absinthe for the Pernod, you have a most effective Mickey Finn - nearest thing to Flurazepam !

Footnote. The only drawback ( all precautions taken, of course ) is that it makes it hard to turn over in bed ! !

:D