I dedicate this to the girl who took my taxi; well, the hot chocolate wasn’t bad but it turned out that thirty-six-ninety was the number after all

I’m home, home (delete repeated word?) and deranged where the buffalo roam, cloned and the man with the earrings said, “did I do that?” it turned out he was steve urkel’s cousin. big world.

but it turned out that that account # 29683 was actually my cousin's dog's brothers. not mine, and i cried tears of mirth. but one man's mirth is another man's sorrow and so i began to look to tommorrows yesterday, meaning next wednesday..............

The October girl was born in the 16^th month of Novemoctober at the ripe age of 45. she lived to be 13 years old. “Dear thing,” she used to say to me as the tall man in the red grinned and removed his blindfold. I nodded. She slapped my face.

i laughed at the man who peeled a potato with a banana (said with a british accent) but - - it worked. he sure showed me.

Theorem: a cat has nine tails.

Proof:

No cat has eight tails. A cat has one tail more than no cat. Therefore,

a cat has nine tails.

I know a clown who can make me laugh. But inside, he is sad. Inside, he has diarrhea.

lies and sighs, from hypnotize

the deaf man screamed but no one could see him

i'm breathing in water and i'm drunken with power

the 6 fingered widow sat at the door and watched as the youth drove by, on his way to christmas eve's passover dinner

the two headed coin landed on tails and everybody won