Handful of new limericks

I once saw a stripper in Raleigh whose bulge made girls go, "Oh, my golly!" And he would jigger that huge thing into something as riveting as the art of Salvadore Dali. Cruising in her Hyundai Sonata, listening to a Bach cantata, she killed the overhead light and mused, “For dinner tonight, I'd love your twelf-inch enchilada.” I went to a clairvoyant in Rheims who said she could intrepret all dreams. I said I dreamed of a donkey pinning a tail on a monkey. "Ah! So you're obsessed with ass, it seems." So yes, I would much rather than not take a good, hard look at what you've got. And if you've got too little, I'll remain noncommittal. But surely not if you've got a lot. I never once said that you are fat. I'd never be as nasty as that. I think you’re a real cutey, with an exquisite booty. Although ~ you're tummy isn't all that flat. She was such a delectable dish! She said, “I’ll see you around 8-ish?” So I rang the bell on her door, a good fifteen minutes before, cuz I didn't wanna be late-ish. She and I don't need that many words. We tend to communicate like birds. In zany tweets and wacky twitter, she teases me, whereas I kid her, in lush fields of sillies and absurds. When they questioned me that fateful day, I said, “Please! I’ve nothing to say.” "But you're our only eyewitness!" “Oh yeah? But I was scared sh-tless, and I was looking the other way.”