Entries from July 2004 ↓

Sergeant had just finished ranting And now he was starting to rave You can’t wait till I die, he said So you can come dance on my grave.
“Not me, one brave private answered” (We’ll notify his next of kin.) “When I get out of the service I’ll never stand in line again.”
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He said that his upstairs neighbors Liked to stomp on their floor and shout. I asked, “Why haven’t you complained? Go ask them what it’s all about.”
He said, “It’s not worth the trouble, It hasn’t bothered me so far, And besides, they only do it When I’m practicing my guitar.”

My wife failed her driver’s test; Parking’s what she couldn’t pass. She thinks the tester failed her Because of all the broken glass.