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Posted Dec 8, 1999 by The Brain
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 | | *Gets out pencil and writes on cubical door*
"Roll roll roll your joint,
twist it at one end,
light one end and take a toke,
and pass it to a friend."
*Grabs tissue paper, noisily blows nose, goes back out to see if the toast has arrived yet.*
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| | | Subject: The Ladies
Posted Mar 21, 2000 by shazzPRME
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 | | *shazz enters... sees that the coast is clear and finds a lipstick in a fetching shade of magenta... looks around furtively and begins to scrawl*
There once was a poof of Khartoum
Took a lesbian up to his room
They both lay on the bed
'til one of them said
'Who does what... with what... and to whom?
* replaces lipstick, winks at Garibaldi who seems to be having a few problems which she doesn't want to go into... and quietly leaves, after kindly seeing to the 'ladies receptacles' which Irving was reluctant to touch*
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| | | Subject: The Ladies
Posted Mar 22, 2000 by shazzPRME
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| | *returns 'flushed' with pride at the success of her grafitti*
Hmmmmmm! I think that I will use my purple passion for this one!
When travelling to Holland by bike
Something happened that I didn't like!
I had a mishap
When I hit a Dutch cap
And my finger got stuck in a dyke.
shhhhhhhhhhhh!!
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| | | Subject: The Ladies
Posted Mar 22, 2000 by Shorty
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| | To be sung to the tune of "Good King Wenselas"
The restroom door said gentlemen,
So I just walked inside.
I took two steps and realized
I'd been taken for a ride.
I heard high voices turned and found
The place was occupied
By two nuns, three old ladies, and a nurse.
What could be worse?
Than two nuns three old ladies and a nurse.
The restroom door said gentlemen
It must have been a gag.
As soon as I walked in there
I ran into some old hag.
She sprayed me with a can of mace
And smacked me with her bag.
I could tell this just wouldn't be my day.
What can I say?
It was just turning out not to be day.
The restroom door said gentlemen
And I would like to find
The crummy little creep who had the nerve
To switch the signs.
'Cause I got two black eyes
And one high heel up my behind.
Now I can't sit with comfort and joy.
Boy oh boy, no I'll never sit with comfort and joy.
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