![]() 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? Milestones1987: A practical joke backfires, resulting in Roland McShyster being put in charge of Orion Pictures.Now HiringNeighbor. Must be unpredictably silly and capable of conjuring up outlandish schemes week after week. Applicant will be judged based on appeal to uncreative mass audiences and spin-off potential. Non-white, homosexual a plus.Top commune Searches
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