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There was a young harlot named Schwartz Whose cock-pit was studded with warts, And they tickled so nice She drew a high price From the studs at the summer resorts. Her pimp, a young fellow named Biddle, Was seldom hard up for a diddle, For according to rumor His tool had a tumor And a fine row of warts down the middle.
There was a young man of Madras Who was having a boy in the grass. Then a cobra-capello Said, "Hello, young fellow!" And bit a piece out of his ass.
There was a young man from St. Paul Who had really no scruples at all--- He would fart when he'd talk, And shit when he'd walk, And at night throw it over the wall.
There was a young barmaid from Yale, On whose bust was written the prices of ale; And on her behind For the sake of the blind Was exactly the same, but in braille.
Vendor's 12 Days of Christmas On the 12th day of Christmas my vendor gave to me: 12 days to set up 11 acronyms 10 more megahertz 9 brand new standards 8 more megs of RAM 7 minor upgrades 6 hidden features 5 tons of docs 4 new API's 3 more months of waiting 2 more SCSI drives And a bug fix for Windows NT. (c) 1993 The Bill Gates of Hell Society
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