Here's a gem from a book of dirty limericks compiled by someone named Count Palmiro Vicarion:My back aches, my penis is sore,
I really can't fuck* anymore,
I'm covered with sweat,<
And you haven't come yet,
And by god** it's a quarter to four.
*For those of you who prefer it that way, f**k.
**I know, Gargoyle, how He spells His name--but I thought I'd save the capital for you (I don't think He will mind the use of the generic word in a dirty limerick).Also, folks, this Pharting contest is in the digitrad: