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One’m Really Sorry Guys…

There once was a Roman dragoon

Who got stabbed by a harpoon.

The medic said, “He

“Really needs an IV.”

The Roman said, “It’s a four, you buffoon!”

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Badduh Hairo, Desu Ne?

They made the very first anime

Back in 1963.

Since then it’s been a mainstay

Of international TV.

They have animes about everything

From kitties to killers, but still

No one’s made one with Japanese barbers

And I’m starting to think no one will…

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Holy Cow

People will say “Jesus Christ”

“God Damn” and “Heaven Forbid.”

Meanwhile, there’s just some bull out there

Who’s wondering what he did…

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Survival Tips

Living in the Arctic

Isn’t easy, so I’m told;

It’s devoid of food and shelter

And interminably cold.

But worse than frigid weather

Or starvation you should know

Is that even on the warmest days

The wi-fi’s always slow.

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Haik

I’ve worked really hard

To limit my wordiness.

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Fire Red, Black Version

What is up my future trainer?

You see my name is Oak.

I’m a Pokémon professor

And that’s no Poké-joke.

I forgot my grandson’s name

And I’m uncertain of your gender

So take this fire-breathing cutie

And go on a Poké-bender.

Before you leave my lab

You and what’s-his-name will fight.

So you don’t know what to do?

That’s the tutorial all right!

Now go deliver this parcel

To the Viridian guy

And tell your mama that you’re leaving

‘Cause you’ll probably Poké-die.

Wait, you made it? You’re amazing!

That must take Pokéballs.

Keep your lizard you wizard

And depart from these walls.

You better go get eight badges

From the Pokémon gyms

And also stop the Poké-mafia

And keep all your limbs.

And if you make it to the end

With all your cuties leveled up

I’ll take a break from your mama

To come and tell you what’s up

Which is that you are the champion

And not what’s his name

So watch some unskippable credits

And join the Poké-Hall-of-Fame.

Then go back to your family

And play on your NES.

Wait, you want some more adventure?

Well who’da Poké-guessed?

Don’t worry little trainer

(Still can’t tell if you’re a girl)

‘Cause we’ve got thirty years of games

For you to give a Poliwhirl.

Not sure what Poliwhirl is?

Don’t feel bad.

In the early days we weren’t sure

The power Pikachu had

So we made a hundred-fifty

Little monsters to enslave

And told you to catch ‘em all

But only gave you one save

So to really win this challenge

You’re gonna have to go out

And sell your friends another game;

That’s what we’re Poké-about!

Are you laughing? Is that crying?

No, that wasn’t a joke.

Now go bring me a Mewtwo

Or I’ll give your mom my Oak.

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Poet By Day, Used Car Salesman By Afternoon (I Spend My Nights Crying)

I had a first edition Charizard

That I sold for five bucks.

I had a chance to buy Bitcoin

When folks said it sucks.

So when I sell you my Honda

With a hole in the door

Remember the price trends

Of what I’ve sold before.

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Hollywood, Kansas

Good old Southern wisdom dictates

That nobody can be hotter

Than a woman with the privilege

Of being a farmer’s daughter.

Now a lot of celebrities try

Via paying a lot of money

To get hotter through plastic surgery

But they end up looking funny.

Meanwhile, farms in general

Are losing cash with every crop.

Now I share a solution

To make both these problems stop:

Aging celebrities pay a subscription

To be adopted by the farmers

Who’ll do less growing vegetables

And more of raising charmers.

The world gets better affordable food

And less of the adjective “botched”

And films starring 40+ actresses

Might actually start to get watched!

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Christmas Is Gettin’ Good!

Growing up is hard.

Santa wants to make you smile.

Meet new Nuka-Sled!

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Hoedown!

Four

De

Scen

Ding

Choooords…

Well I like to hunt

And I like to fish

But this redneck cowboy stereotype

Only has one real wish

That’s to meet your pa

And to buy a ring

And to do the redneck cowboy stereotypical wedding thing

So if you will be my bride, oh boy

You’ll surely be my pride and joy

And with any luck you’ll get in my truck

And we’ll have a kid and shoot a deer and a duck…

And if mama and my dog were still alive

I know they’d love to see us thrive

So let that steel guitar play a minor chord…

As the light fades and we kiss in my Ford…

So I hope that you live up to all my hype

‘Cause girl you are my cowboy

(Chord)

Redneck

(Chord)

Stereo…

(Beedillo dee bo de bo debodo bebodo dee)

Type!

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