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Pastimes : Laughter is the Best Medicine - Tell us a joke -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: PappaJohn who wrote (36848)	2/27/2007 11:48:27 PM
From: PappaJohn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62581

Now for the drinkers, it is poetry time. Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think. I'm not under what you call, The alcofluence of incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep, I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get. So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up. one more quick poem A beer was spilt on the barroom floor, And the bar was closed for the night... And out of his hole, crawled a little brown mouse, Who made a funny sight... He lapped up that beer, on the barroom floor, And back on his haunches he sat... And all through the night you could hear him yell, "Bring on the damn cat!"