People are always joking
About how it weirds them out
That someone grabbed a cow’s udder
And drank what came out.
But I’m wondering who
Ground some wheat with a stone
Mixed it with milk and bacteria
Then left it alone
Before heating it up
To 300 degrees
And then frying it up
With some butter and cheese…
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They make elbow pasta,
Bow ties and angel hair,
But I think they should make a noodle
For guys who have a pair:
A noodle like the balls that hang
Behind your pickup truck…
(It was at this point my girlfriend said
I’m already in luck).
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I was a monster hunter
In a past life, but alas
I was reincarnated
As a big-mouth billy bass
And instead of hunting demons,
Slaying dragons and the like
I sing “Take me to the river”
To a naked guy named “Spike.”
It wasn’t quite the future
I imagined when I fell.
I did not find Valhalla
But a special sort of Hell.
But in between my bursts of song
And bobbing of my head
I dream of where I’ll be reborn
When next I’m stricken dead…
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God has a sense of humor.
Ask me how I know!
I see proof in everything,
Like how the falling snow
Looks like the Millennium Falcon
Even before it was a thing,
Or how when we eat too much
Our butts spontaneously sing.
I like that sense of humor,
But one thing I don’t find funny
Is how, when I fart, my gas is free
But I still pay for gas with money.
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Once there was a tired gent.
To bed went he; To sleep he went.
The other folks said “Mama Mia!”
For the bed he went was in Ikea.
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Everything’s better with blankets!;
That’s an objective fact!
If someone says “No thanks, I’m good”
Something in their brain has cracked.
Everything’s better with blankets
Because they are fuzzy and warm.
You have one when born, as a kid, and so on
Until you move into a dorm.
Whether a fleece or a quilt or a sheet
Or a comforter or a duvet
A blanket inspired the doer of everything
To say an emphatic “Yay!”
Everything’s better with blankets
And that’s the precise reason why
You should never ask me what is
The secret ingredient in my pie.
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I love you
With all my heart,
Like hobos love
A shopping cart,
Like children laugh
When people fart,
When we are near
Or far apart.
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Tomorrow’s a day of new life,
Promising Earth without strife
Then we hide unborn fowls
And add weight to our jowls
Then we eat the mascots with a knife.
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I like to imagine that somebody said
“I’m naming my child Cheff
“‘Cause that’s the sound a choo choo makes
“When played in super high def.”
Then their friend said, “Yeah, Cheff sounds cool
“But what if the first syllable
“Sounded like a French librarian
“Trying to shush people into a lull?”
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I don’t go to parties
Because I am a geek.
I have never cut my hair
Because I am a freak.
I play old school RPGs
Because I am a dork,.
I’m still proud because I don’t
Eat pizza with a fork.
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