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Part 9 of 12 One day he was dared to perform The William Tell Overture Storm, But naught could dishearten Our spirited Spartan, For his fart was in wonderful form.
A farmer I know named O'Doole Has a long and incredible tool. He can use it to plow, Or to diddle a cow, Or just as a cue-stick at pool.
Goodbye Goodbye, you see its time for me to die It’s really been fun living in hell And I’m sure it’s beginning to tell; People are already saying God bless, Its time this weary head was put to rest. What is as versatile as a University? Where the social life is a necessity And the girls are all after the looks Rather than what you can do with the books But does the intention ever justify the end. Still there are good things with life Shame they are all double edged knifes For the weapon is not fit as a sword, For all we do with vast sums, is hoard Money it seems will drive us to death. But what are our best days I am told It is question that is not quite so bold For it is something that we all hold the key Before that is when we cease to see School and childhood is the answer. We choose to forget those days As it was all just a dizzy haze It is childish and stupid we are told But it’s the most valuable that we hold Reminding ourselves of what was in front. People you see, always see behind From figures to stats which seem to bind. Important we feel they may be But it’s more relaxing just to sip tea And try to grasp what our future holds. Goodbye, you see its time for me to die For what I’ve said could all be a lie But if that was true then why do I feel dread As I near my final challenge in facing death Does the intention ever justify the end. Sent by Justin Parker
Stoners live and stoners die, but in the end we all get high, so is in life you dont succeed, fuck it all an' smoke some weed!!!
There once was a man from Rangoon Who was born 9 months too soon. He didn't have the luck To be born by a fuck; He was scraped off the sheets with a spoon.
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