Ray Manatino's Reworked Classicsby Ray Manatino ![]() April 14, 2003 Whose woods are these,
I think I know. I think they belong To that guy named Joe Who lives down the street From Peggy and Ray And set his own pants On fire one day. He was sniffing lighter fluid In the dark When he lit a match And his pants caught a spark That scorched his scrotum And sizzled his jizz; That's who owns them. These woods are his. Monday's child is a creator of farce Tuesday's child has a stick up its arse Wednesday's child is hooked on blow Thursday's child always has to go Friday's child is unforgiving Saturday's child has to pimp for a living But the child that's born on the Sabbath day Is really and truly and flamboyantly gay Baa baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, What the fuck do you think I'm wearing here? Does this look like polyester To you? Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Okay. A summer's day is warm and breezy. You're 98.6, and you've been known to pass a lot of wind. A summer's day is damp and humid. You sweat like Niagara Falls. A summer's day is soft and gentle, and you're very cushy around the middle. Also, you never yell when someone takes all your money. Finally, a summer's day is the perfect time for a trip to the beach. When I think of you, I want to drown myself. I guess you're really not much like a summer's day, are you? Milestones1992: Ramon Nootles is married in Las Vegas. It is not the last wedding for Nootles, nor his last in Las Vegas, nor his last making heavy use of alcohol and strippers.Now HiringHooker. Must pretend to be girlfriend while bosses are visiting. Live with handsome bachelor, no sex involved, go on crazy shopping expeditions with high potential for comedy. Should be capable of winning people over with down-to-earth personality. If successful, will go on to become full-time beard for obviously gay attractive man.Top Things Overheard at Your High School Reunion
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