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That damn dog
Contributed by
randyjohnson
on
Wednesday, 9th May 2007 @ 11:49:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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When I went on a picnic, I wondered why the sandwiches were wet.
I ate two of them and it was something that I'd soon regret.
It was revolting and drastic.
My dog wet on the picnic basket.
I ate the sandwiches when my wife handed them to me.
I wondered why they smelled and tasted like pee.
When I learned that the sandwiches had been peed on, I threw up.
I sold that damn dog that I'd had since he was a pup.
When I puked my guts out, I was not pleased.
I'll never again be able to eat bologna and cheese.
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randyjohnson
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2007-05-09 23:49:07] (Date/Time posted on
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