Anyone as bright as you say you are wouldn't continually do the BSC things you do. Stalking me today immediately upon your return is just another sign of your dementia.
Enjoy your imaginary date.
Say, how's that chronic yeast infection these days?
"I love your poise
Of perfect thighs
When they hold me in paradise . . .
I love the rose
Your garden grows
Love seashell pink
That over it glows
I love to suck
Your breath away
I love to cling —
There long to stay."
Click on link below to find out who wrote this in 1912.
...to one of his many mistresses will go on display July 29, after being sealed under court order for the last 50 years.
There once was a girl tall and slender
An exemplar of the female gender
I walked into her room
Felt the warmth of her womb
And her mouth whirled my balls like a blender
There once was a man from Belgrade,
kept a dead prostitute in a cave.
He said, "I'll admit, she stinks quite a bit.
But think of the money I save."
(Now cue up Rod, accusing me of necrophilia and murder, LMAO!)
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Lyrics like:
"...Oh, they called her Peg
And I wondered why
Till I came home
With a splinter in m' thigh..."
-- "Untitled Shanty"
- anon
The word "Nantucket" hasn't appeared.........
The once was a man from Nantucket,
who dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a cunt I would fuck it."
My ex once gave me a copy of "Moby Dick" inscribed
"To the real man from Nantucket."
There we go, I knew someone would break the ice. Awesome!!! 
There once was a girl from Nantucket
who crossed the sea in a bucket
and when she got there
they asked for the fare
so she pulled up her dress and said fuck it
There once was a girl from Des Moines
Whose cunt could accommodate coins.
A man from Hoboken,
He slipped in a token,
And now she rides free on the ferry.
(That was before NYC MTA tokens were eliminated in 2003. Now, the man from Hoboken has to slip in a Metro Card.)