tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588666786655374312011-04-21T21:04:11.859-07:00The blog to read if you sincerely believe that there is nothing truly funnier than a turd in a punch bowl!Hugh Jasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193372192308064655noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58866678665537431.post-16751746436221288692007-07-18T22:06:00.000-07:002008-12-12T20:38:24.704-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXxOmwbk65Y/Rp7xpTD3AfI/AAAAAAAAABw/h9zXGGPuxWs/s1600-h/Cole+Eating.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088770320768631282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXxOmwbk65Y/Rp7xpTD3AfI/AAAAAAAAABw/h9zXGGPuxWs/s320/Cole+Eating.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mary had a little leg<br />It's sores were red and green<br />And everywhere her colon goes<br />Her foot pertrudes between<br /><br />It followed her to the grave one day<br />It was beside the pool<br />And every time it kicked the cop<br />It bounced across the mule<br /><br />While on my way through clear blue skies<br />I stopped and ordered a shake with fries<br />I noticed something in my shorts<br />And this verse really doesn't belong with the rest of this. First of all it doesn't rhyme. I think I'll delete this end bit.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/58866678665537431-1675174643622128869?l=tobtih.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hugh Jasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193372192308064655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58866678665537431.post-26002510873938636512007-07-18T21:00:00.000-07:002008-12-12T20:38:24.891-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXxOmwbk65Y/Rp7qjzD3AeI/AAAAAAAAABo/jJKd5j8vLT0/s1600-h/Jam322.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088762529697956322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXxOmwbk65Y/Rp7qjzD3AeI/AAAAAAAAABo/jJKd5j8vLT0/s320/Jam322.jpg" border="0" /></a><span >Twas the night before Thursday and outside the door</span><br />Not a wookie was stirring, not even a whore<br />Upstairs in the attic and bleeding in bed<br />With visions of Nixon who's long since been dead<br />For those who feel super or those with frost bite<br />Mary's anus for all and for all a gun fight!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/58866678665537431-2600251087393863651?l=tobtih.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hugh Jasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02193372192308064655noreply@blogger.com0