That reminds me of a classic Andrew Dice Clay joke.
>> Tuesday
I just learned that the Notre Dame women's basketball coach is named Muffet McGraw. If that doesn't beg for a dirty limerick--presumably one involving Pokey Chatman--I don't know what does. Readers--indulge us.
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There was a coach at LSU,
Who eyed all her players to screw,
But one day she saw
Fine Muffet McGraw
And decided, "Why not coaches too?"
Ahh, one of the true mysteries of life. What's in the bowl bitch indeed.
Damn, why does it seem like that limerick had more thought behind than most of our posts.
I was hoping for something a little more faithful to the "Little Miss Muffet" structure. And dirtier. But I won't deny it's good work.
Fine, as per request.
Disturbingly, this also came to be after a few minutes with the online rhyming dictionary. I'm here all week, tip your waitresses, try the veal.
Little Miss Pokey, played rope-a-dopey, to get her star point guard in bed.
But between Pokey's knees, it smelled like spoiled cheese, and as for the point guard, she fled.
Little Miss Muffet
Has seen quite enough tit
Behind the locker room doors
Upon Pokey's demise,
McGraw's not surprised
"Cuz Lord knows that those girls are whores."
merciless I say!
if this is all I have to read during the off-season . . . ::shakes head::
I'm with you Anonymous. How crass and sophomoric. Honestly... What could have possibly prompted such filth?
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