When you think of the hosts without no.
Who are slain by the deadly cuco.,
It’s quite a mistake
Of such food to partake,
It results in a permanent slo.

A young lady sings in our choir
Whose hair is the color of phoir,
But her charm is unique,
She has such a fair chique,
It is really a joy to be nhoir.

There once was a choleric colonel
Whose oaths were obscene and infolonel,
And the chaplain, aghast,
Gave up protest at last,
But wrote them all down in his jolonel.

Limericks | Futility Closet

When you think of the hosts without no.
Who are slain by the deadly cuco.,
It’s quite a mistake
Of such food to partake,
It results in a permanent slo.

A young lady sings in our choir
Whose hair is the color of phoir,
But her charm is unique,
She has such a fair chique,
It is really a joy to be nhoir.

There once was a choleric colonel
Whose oaths were obscene and infolonel,
And the chaplain, aghast,
Gave up protest at last,
But wrote them all down in his jolonel.

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!

hotsytotsy:

(sigh) my favorite couple….

It’s me and Jessica!