I'm bored by famine. I cannot wait for a medieval cookie, a cinnabon, hot yellow kool-aid, and save a pretzel for the gas jets. Thank you. I wrote that.
How about Bachman?
That hobo kept screaming, "Save a boar. I wanna see it. Do your raps. C'mon. Do it silly lady. Do that whole fiesta food dance."
Yup. I'd say I have some rehab to do with my humorz. At least I got to laugh again.
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