A kangaroo walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Blood is the lipstick of wounds.” The bartender does not know how he said it or why. —Michael O’Donoghue
A kangaroo walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Blood is the lipstick of wounds.” The bartender does not know how he said it or why. —Michael O’Donoghue
Oh, for real. I remember randomly discovering the wikipedia page for Michael O’Donoghue a while back and being completely amazed.
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A peanut sat on a railroad track
Not one word did he mutter
Then, along came a train and…
TOOT TOOT!!
Peanut Butter!
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Re: A peanut sat on a railroad track
Ooops, wrong Icon:)
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Re: A peanut sat on a railroad track
My grandpa sang it differently: “Peanut sittin’ on a railroad track/waitin’ for his mudder [mother]/’long came a train and knocked him down/now he’s peanut butter”.
Oh, it ain’t gonna rain
no it ain’t gonna rain
no it ain’t gonna rain no more.
So how in the hell
will the old folks tell
if it ain’t gonna rain no more?
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Re: A peanut sat on a railroad track
and I learned it as, “A peanut sat on the railroad track, his heart was all a flutter. Around the bend came number nine…toot toot peanut butter.”
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It’s way too long since the mormon tabernacle choir had 10″ stainless steel needled plunged into their eyes.
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All you’d need for koan would be…
“A kangaroo walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “Blood is the lipstick of wounds.” The bartender does not know how he said it or why.”
…And the monk was immediately enlightned…
mojo sends
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How do you get an elephant out of a theater?
You can’t: it’s in their blood.
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