And I just remembered a limerick
Which I told my old boss seconds after I'd met him in an exchange that went something like this:

"Young man, this is our new chief of staff, Mr Hunt".
"That reminds me!" I said, chugging down some more scotch and dry.
"There once was a fellow named Hunt,
Taught his cock a peculiar stunt.
With a scream and a shout,
It could twist inside out,
Like a glove until it was a cunt!"

I don't remember if he laughed or not, but I didn't get fired and years later he did. For turning into a cunt funnily enough.
( difficultchild, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 6:34, Reply)