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The Incredible Bulk

Contributed by randyjohnson on Thursday, 9th March 2006 @ 10:12:11 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



Three years ago I got zapped by gamma radiation.
It didn't kill me but it did cause a mutation.
My muscles grow huge and I rip right out of my shirts.
If people mess with me, they're going to get hurt.
A man laughed at me because I'm so slim.
My skin turned green and I beat the crap out of him.
Another man held me at gunpoint, he seriously lacked charm.
I turned into the monster and tore off his arms.
This monster is a nightmare but it came in handy when I got a visit from my mother-in-law.
She comes to my house every Friday and points out my flaws.
I turned huge and green and threw her through a wall.
Since then, she's decided not to come over at all.
My wife and I go to bed after we drop our clothes to the floor.
I change into the monster and she says I become a better lover than I was before.
Scientists are hard at work trying to find a cure.
I want to be free of the monster but when I see door to door salesmen, I'm not so sure.
George Bush said he's not afraid of me even though I turn big and stout.
But when I changed in front of him, he wet his pants and passed out.
I hope a cure can be found that will set me free.
But in the meantime I can get even with people who pick on me.




Copyright © randyjohnson ... [ 2006-03-09 10:12:11]
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Re: The Incredible Bulk (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Saturday, 11th March 2006 @ 11:23:45 PM AEST
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LMAO...thanks for the laugh...I really enjoyed this... good humour...
Jenni


Re: The Incredible Bulk (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Monday, 29th May 2006 @ 07:43:22 AM AEST
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if you bottle it, post to Spike at...............
Funny stuff, my man.




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