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|  Fuckin' Coldby Dixon LaRue   January 26, 2004 It's cold outside
Fuckin' cold Like a snowman's icy balls Like a dead Eskimo stuck to a flag pole Up in Ugunumtwat, Alaska. That cold. Why does it get so cold? Because God don't love you no more Charlie. Suck on that for a while. No actually it's because the sun Is two-timing us with China Over there shining up the place Making everybody warm and happy While we scrape ice off a dead caribou's eyeballs. Those Chineses Sit and bitch about the heat In their silly language While our screams are drowned out By the wind That's colder than a penguin's cold white taint. The sun's over there Laughing it's Chinese-loving ass off at you While you've got snow down your butt crack And your car's frozen to the garage. Nice deal, huh? Well that's winter, baby. Also there's the cruel tilt of the earth That always makes sure We get the shit end of the sun stick, Shunted off like the globe's redheaded stepchild Right to the back of the bus. So it's cold Colder than a witch's tit Colder than a Polish monkey's ass in December So cold you can hear your balls clattering together, no kidding. So cold you go blind because your brain Is diverting all excess blood to your lungs So you can scream "Holy shit!" You can scream all you want But you ain't getting any ice cream. Quote of the Day“My love is like a red, red rose… always surrounded by pricks.”-Wycked Burns Fortune 500 CookieDuck! Jesus, did you see that? Now may be the time to consider ending your relationship with Columbia House. That weird lump you feel may not be an alien tracking device after all; go ahead and see a specialist. You won't remember the name of that Faith No More tribute band anytime soon.Try again later. Top Scientific Discoveries, Week of 5/21/07
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