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Happy Solstice

Shortest day of year

Then Grandma says “anal cyst”

Feels much longer now

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A Limerick Reflecting On Labor And One’s Ephemeral Separation Therefrom On The Occasion Of A Holiday

There once was a break in my work

When I didn’t have to go to work

And my days had no work

And the absence of work

Was accentuated by not going to work.

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I Used To Dress Up Like Grandma… Now I Save Other Animals From My Mistake

The big bad wolf went down to the coop

Where the farmer said “There’s 38 genders.”

The wolf ain’t ate no chickens so far

But he ate the chicken tenders.

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Be Me, A 30-Year-Old Child

Wrapping paper tube

In my mind a light saber

Wife is not impressed

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Ode To Brian Thompson

There was an insurance exec

Who got shot in the street. What the heck?

But instead of mass fear

Folks just let out a cheer,

Now relieved of one pain in the neck.

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I’m, Uh, Wrapping Your Gifts? (Hehehe)

It’s the holiday season

Which is great for this reason:

It’s the only time of the year

That fully guilt-free

You can cut down a tree

And tell people “Don’t come in here!”

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Actual Photo Of Our Christmas Tree…

It’s Friday night

And I’ve learned a bit

About Christmas trees

And how they fit.

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And Yet Businesses Still Do This… (Not The Kidnapping Part Though… Yet)

So a friend of mine got kidnapped

And they sent a ransom link.

It said “click here to see the ransom price”.

I’ll never see him again, I think.

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This Is How Video Games Ask “WTF?”

You’d not saved your game in a while

So I made you an autosaved file

Yet as hard as I slaved

You still manually saved

As if I harbored some sort of guile?

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It’s About Sending A Message

There was a little spider

In my bathroom late at night.

Now it’s gone, and so is one shotgun shell

And I have a new skylight!

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