Welcome to the cowsay page. On this page you my access http://www.thekofc.net/cowsay/cowsayrss.xml an rss feed I wrote that runs the obscene bsd limericks through cowsay via fortune and posts them once a day so you can view them in Google Reader. Enjoy
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/ "Snyder's got a stiff ticket," said Kay, \
| "Come on, take it out, and let's play." |
| He pulled it on out, |
| But she started to pout, |
\ His ticket was only a quarter-inch stout. /
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/ A joker who haunts Monticello \
| Is really a terrible fellow. |
| In the midst of caresses |
| He fills ladies dresses |
\ With garter snakes, ice cubes, and jello. /
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/ A greedy young lady from Sidney \
| Liked it in up to her kidney, |
| Till a man from Quebec |
| Shoved it up to her neck-- |
\ He really diddled her, didn' he? /
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/ The woman who lives on the moon \
| Is still cherishing the balloon |
| Of an earthling who'd come |
| And given her some, |
\ But had dribbled away all too soon. /
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/ A lady stockholder quite hetera \
| Decided her fortune to bettera: |
| On the floor, quite unclad, |
| She successively had |
\ Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner, et cetera... /
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/ The new local cinematorium \
| Is not only a super sensorium, |
| But a highly effectual |
| Heterosexual |
\ Mutual masturbatorium. /
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/ Alas for the Countess d'Isere, \
| Whose muff wasn't furnished with hair. |
| Said the Count, "Quelle surprise!" |
| When he parted her thighs; |
\ "Magnifique! Pourtant pas de la guerre." /
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/ There once was a lady from Kansas \
| Whose cunt was as big as Bonanzas. |
| It was nine inches deep |
| And the sides were quite steep -- |
\ It had whiskers like General Carranza's. /
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/ A lad, at his first copulation, \
| Cried, "What a sensation! Inflation, |
| Gyration, elation |
| Throughout the duration, |
\ I guess I'll give up masturbation." /
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/ A lad from far-off Transvaal \
| Was lustful, but tactful withal. |
| He'd say, just for luck, |
| "Mam'selle, do you fuck?" |
\ But he'd bow till he almost would crawl. /
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