A little poem for the masses:
I once knew a man named Art
Who so loved to fart.
And his hair he did part
With the business end of a Cuisanart.
Thus ends the poem for the masses.
Please remember to tip your waitress, folks.
(No, I ain't drunk. Just tired. A little giddy too.)
I once knew a man named Art
Who so loved to fart.
And his hair he did part
With the business end of a Cuisanart.
Thus ends the poem for the masses.
Please remember to tip your waitress, folks.
(No, I ain't drunk. Just tired. A little giddy too.)
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yes. good changes! see my journal.