Among all the denizens here
There is one I particularly fear I can't say his name |
Among all the denizens here
There is one I particularly fear I can't say his name Because I will be blamed |
Among all the denizens here
There is one I particularly fear I can't say his name Because I will be blamed, Cement-shoed, and thrown off a pier. |
Scream now and you'll just spoil the mood
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Scream now and you'll just spoil the mood
So try not to spit out your food |
Scream now and you'll just spoil the mood
So try not to spit out your food For even a ghost Can often be grossed Out by flying meals only half-chewed. |
My cat was just sick on the floor
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My cat was just sick on the floor
So I slipped on my way to the door |
My cat was just sick on the floor
So I slipped on my way to the door I didn't quite scream But I'm sensing a theme |
My cat was just sick on the floor
So I slipped on my way to the door I didn't quite scream But I'm sensing a theme Of three Gs, which are Ghosts Gross and Gore. |
I carefully crafted this post
To include the grim tale of a ghost With his guts loose and runnin'; Even though I'm just funnin', I do hope you're suitably grossed. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :rolleyes: |
I met Mantovani one night
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I met Mantovani one night
He was playing the flute out of spite |
I met Mantovani one night
He was playing the flute out of spite The flautist had gone And hid his baton |
I met Mantovani one night
He was playing the flute out of spite The flautist had gone And hid his baton Which for starters was just not polite |
I smell something -- please stop the car
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I smell something -- please stop the car
Oh here it is......hey, what's in this jar ? |
I smell something -- please stop the car
Oh here it is... what's in this jar? Don't know what you had But I think it's gone bad |
I smell something -- please stop the car
Oh here it is... what's in this jar? Don't know what you had But I think it's gone bad ... And if that isn't bad, it's bizarre. |
It looks like it once might have been
Part of a Nativity scene Made out of salami For somebody's Mommy |
It looks like it once might have been
Part of a Nativity scene Made out of salami For somebody's Mommy Or a cherub made out of a spleen |
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This one time, while playing the fiddle
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This one time, while playing the fiddle
My dachsund decided to piddle |
This one time, while playing the fiddle
My dachsund decided to piddle His audience, the cat |
This one time, while playing the fiddle
My dachsund decided to piddle His audience, the cat, Was more impressed that He was frying two mice on the griddle. |
Just put in your earplugs, my dear
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Just put in your earplugs, my dear,
We like karaoke night here |
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Just put in your earplugs, my dear,
We like karaoke night here We may sound like chickens Imitating Slim Pickens |
Just put in your earplugs, my dear,
We like karaoke night here We may sound like chickens and make quite the dickens |
AAAAARGGGGHHH !!!!
Everybody is posting at the same time ! OJ, anyone ? |
Why thank you, Ambo.
No need to delete nothin'. Just adaptipate... Just put in your earplugs, my dear, We like karaoke night here We may sound like chickens and make quite the dickens But there's no need to cower in fear |
If raisins are grapes all dried up,
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If raisins are grapes all dried up,
And wine is spoiled grapes in a cup, |
If raisins are grapes all dried up,
And wine is spoiled grapes in a cup, What would ye be callin' Grapes that are fallin' |
If raisins are grapes all dried up
And wine is spoiled grapes in a cup, What would ye be callin' Grapes that are fallin' Wasted wine that has not been sup. |
There once was a fabulous bird
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There once was a fabulous bird
Who excreted a ten-gallon turd |
There once was a fabulous bird
Who excreted a ten-gallon turd With that kind of guano I think I might want to |
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