Somehow we went from running
To avoid becoming a meal
To paying $50 to run
To express the way we feel.
Tag Archives: Postaday
Dirty Mind Test, V. 2024
They’re sweet and round and yummy
And better when filled with meat.
I’ll grab a pair with both my hands,
Spread some mayo, smile, and eat.
Mix it with a pickle
(A wiener would do as well)
And you’ve got yourself an evening…
Yeah, her buns are sweet as hell!
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Seriously, Why Can’t We Just Have Attractive White People Starring In Original Stories With No Agenda?
There once wasn’t a modern crowd
Compelled to cheer out loud
For a diversity quota,
Caring even one iota
That the princess was now unibrowed.
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America’s Sport Is Back! (In Brazil?)
‘Twas the night before football
And men everywhere
Were preparing their lineups
And floofing their chair.
Elsewhere in the house
Was a wife, not yet hiding,
But seeking out places
For comfy abiding,
Retreats where she’ll spend
The next 17 Sundays
Avoiding the shouts.
(Wait, they also play Mondays?)
The refs have made final
The script for the season
Including some muscles
To tear without reason.
Now all of us sigh
As we drift off to bed
Hoping this year the Chiefs
Will get bonked in the head.
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An Introverted Friend Indeed…
Motivation is a friend
Who sets an inspiring tone
And would be a mighty ally
If they’d just pick up their phone…
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Labor Day
Happy Monday everyone!
Take a day off! Have some fun!
This is your chance to relax and be free
By sitting for hours and watching TV!
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What Do You Mean This Is Ridiculous? Have You Tried It?
If you’re ever feeling lonely
Go to the store and buy a melon
Then drive to your local prison
And give your purchase to a felon.
Criminals love melons…
Seedy fruit for seedy guys.
Also, you’re no longer lonely
And, perhaps, you may be wise.
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Chck/Kchck
My pronouns are just
The sound of a pump shotgun
Loading one more shell
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Duolingo
I may not be bilingual
And my accent might be bad
When I speak a foreign language
With the lessons that I’ve had.
Still I claim that I speak Turkish
On my resume at work;
I can say “My owl is well-tempered
“But my bobcat is a jerk”.
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I Feel Like There’s A Word For This…
Do you ever just feel exhausted,
Like you’re sleepwalking while horizontal
But instead of moving around
You sit in a weary font, dull?
And then you’re so tired your mind drifts
And you hallucinate vividly for an hour
And then find yourself in the morning
And you’re rested? That’s my super power!
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The Daily Travesty 