Bootup wrote: » There once were two ladies of Birmingham. Have you heard of the scandal concerning 'em? They lifted the frock and played with the cock of the bishop--while he was confirming 'em! Now the biship was nobody's fool. (He was raised in a good public school!) So he lowered his britches and buggered those bitches with his ten inch Episcopal tool!But that didn't bother those two. Said they, as the bishop withdrew: "The vicar is quicker and slicker and thicker and longer and stronger than you!"
Bootup wrote: » There was a young lady named Rose Who'd occasionally straddle a hose, And parade about squirting And spouting and spurting, Pretending she pissed like her beaux. She was seen by her cousin named Anne, Who improved the original plan. She said, "My dear Rose, In this lowly old hose Are all the best parts of a man." So, avoiding the crude and sadistic, She frigged in a manner artistic: At the height of her pleasure She turned up the pressure, And cried, "Ain't it grand and realistic!" They soon told the Duchess of Fyfe, And her crony, the alderman's wife; And they found it so pleasing, And tickling and teasing That they washed men right out of their life.