A burrito baby Forced it out It wasn't a maybe or some buuuulllashit shout! About how killing a whale gives you clean burning lamp oil. There's no reason for me to be standing here in a hat of tin foil. 71 more words
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My routine is changed From the glory of the morning I feel deranged As I poop in mourning Of the lost early poop Which is far superior Than this later poop Of a quality that's inferior There's just something lacking From this post noon sight To give it that smacking Of an afternoon delight. 26 more words
The chief defect of Kenneth Plumb
Was chewing too much bubble-gum.
He chewed away with all his might,
Morning, evening, noon and night.
Even (oh, it makes you weep) 229 more words