America the Beautifartby Mrs. Jabonski's Third Grade Class ![]() July 21, 2003 O beautiful farts stained the skies,
For lumber made of brains, For purple Muppet maggot fleas A dove went fruity--GAY! America! America! God shaves his balls with thee. And this other dude Had a brother who'd Frenched a seal in the slimy sea! Gross! O beautiful Ford Pinto fire, And beans that give dogs gas And fat kids who eat ding dongs Until they've got a King Kong ass! America! America! God shits some grapes on thee. And stick your butt in a Pizza Hut, Until they show it on TV! O beautiful sick weasels peed, On your grandma's electric fence. When the smoke cleared the minivan Was covered in weasel dents! America! America! God barfed his brains on thee. The president kissed a pig for Lent He thought was the Virgin Mary! O beautiful retarded flies, On a seasick lion's mane For Mrs. Jabonski's bad trick knee And her husband who is gay! (fruity) America! America! God waves his butt at thee. For the Batmobile did lose a wheel And the Joker got away! Hey! Quote of the Day“Fortune is a fickle bitch. No, wait… I'm thinking of my wife. That's right, my wife's the fickle bitch. Fortune is some transcendentalist concept.”-Martoon Romeo Fortune 500 CookieQuick, put these shoes on—walk around in them to get comfortable, if you need to. This week, fasten your seatbelt for the ride of your life. Straight over the goddamn cliff and everything. Sure, when you say a dog talks to you, everybody believes you, but make it a rhesus monkey and all of a sudden you're "crazy." Now here's Trip with the sports.Try again later. Top 5 commune Features This Week
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