On the morn after St. Patrick’s day
I just wish the pounding would go away.
And to make matters worse,
I’ve woke up with a nurse,
Who hopes to get pounded again today.
Cell phone overheard in a popular quick service restaurant
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Male, 70s: Bob died? . . . That’s a shame. That’s a dirty shame. . . .
Which Bob?
7 years ago
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