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Post by BeBe on Dec 24, 2005 1:45:04 GMT
I fouwnd a buhd in the snow
'ees wing wuz bwoke, he couwd not go
I wuhred 'im cwose wif a cwumb of bwead
and then I stomped 'ees widda head.
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Post by Adey on Dec 24, 2005 3:06:05 GMT
Hmm, a sad tale..Could this be a quick visit from the Mad Scientist himself? 
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Post by MacGruder on Dec 24, 2005 3:19:48 GMT
There was an old man from Nantucket
whose hair was so long he could suck it
he said with a grin as picking his skin
if the corn was plucked I'd shuck it.
(I clean it up considerably)
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Post by karmamama on Dec 24, 2005 3:22:47 GMT
There once was a man called Reg
Who went with a girl behind a hedge
Along came his wife
With a big carving knife
And cut off his meat and two veg.
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Post by karmamama on Dec 24, 2005 3:39:53 GMT
Two lesbians north of the town
Made sixty-nine love on the ground.
Their unbridled lust
Leaked out in the dust
And made so much mud that they drowned
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Post by Adey on Dec 24, 2005 3:44:50 GMT
LOL..
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Post by Al Truest on Dec 24, 2005 3:58:30 GMT
Two lesbians north of the town Made sixty-nine love on the ground. Their unbridled lust Leaked out in the dust And made so much mud that they drowned That's really dirty    Not exactly dry humor.  |
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