I don’t know why I was recalling this limerick the other day, save for the fact that it came to my attention that some classes of offenders are asked rather detailed questions about their sexual fetishes so that they be quizzed on them later. Evidently, this is in the service of public safety, but I wonder what would happen if we started asking judges about their sexual fetishes and proclivities? Oh, never mind. Some people did ask Clarence Thomas and Brett Kavanaugh, and I’m pretty sure they would never cut me any slack even if I indulged their wildest dreams and promised not to tell. I was also reminded of the salacious rumor Donald Trump hiring Russian prostitutes to urinate on a bed where the Obamas may once have slept. Now that’s a fetish. Not my thing, but I seriously have no judgment on The Donald’s tastes. Still, the Pussygrabber-in-Chief probably doesn’t have to answer questions about his fetishes as a follow up to the Oval Office. And his out of control behavior didn’t seem to prevent him from becoming President, but I guess that’s life at the top of the food chain rather than further down it. For the record, however, it should be noted that even “hardened” felons said about Trump’s “grab ’em” conversation, “He said what?!?!? Oh, hell no he didn’t. Who says that?” That’s where this limerick was born:
Mr. Trump was conversin' with Putin. It was "locker room talk" and shit shootin'. Vlad claimed he had more Voluptuous whores. Then Don asked, "are they peein' and tootin'?"
OK so that’s crass, but hey, it’s a limerick. Besides, it went over pretty big behind bars.