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? Quote of the Day“Fight back, men! It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean!”-Capt. William Thomas Turner of the Lusitania Fortune 500 CookieLooks like your lawyers have kept those topless photos out of the magazine; that and the fact you're 89 years old. Tonight, conquer life's mystery: Find out what that Alpo tastes like. Today is great week to give the gift of peanut brittle. Shaved or unshaved? Your dogs will love you either way. Today's lucky charms: Pink hearts, blue moons, green clovers, virtually any of them.Try again later. Top Pants-Missing Explanations
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