Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating an octopie;
He gave it a tweak,
And pulled out a beak,
And said "Really I just want to die."
Monday, April 20, 2009
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I dare you to forward that to P. Z. Myers.
PZ is everywhere; he will hear.
I predict Snag and Jennifer will be visited by Secret Squid Service.
I dare you to forward that to P. Z. Myers.
Done!
Now do you dare me to pee in a theatre? Huh? HUH?
I dare you to chew blue goo, sir.
Capcha says 'spored'. Damnit, I could have sworn that I turned off the webcam.
I choose to chew blue goo sir!
Next time try tako casserole.
Little John Boehner
Used all the toner
And promised a budget, but no.
The pages weren't numbered,
By facts unencumbered,
You could call it a "manifest O".
Next time try tako casserole.
Yo quiero tako beak.
Be choosy! Chew Chew-Z!
The only blue goo endorsed by Philip K. Dick.
It turns out that octo-pi = 3.110376.
Now do you dare me to pee in a theatre? Huh? HUH?You some sort of Frenchman or something??
Well. I haven't peed on stage, but that wasn't for lack of drunkenness.
This is the greatest poem ever written.
Geez, thanks a lot. Professor Myers is close enough he could kick my ass in person over a long weekend.
The dog would watch and laugh.
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