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I wrestle with waxy cardboard
I struggle with silver foil.
And pluck at tiny stringy tabs
Until my blood seems to boil.
And when I'm all for giving up
Ruffled wits not worth one yen
I see those nasty spiteful words

Open other End.
-Bruce Moler

"That girl I got a crush on was up here tonight."
"Oh yeah, when?"
"From 8:30 until 9: 16."

"That ninth commandment is bullshit;
'Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife.'
Hell if she covets you anti you covet her'h "
you ,oughta just get under the covets tog et er.

Froggin' -ti!

I haven't caught a frog in years.
I haven't hardly seen one.
If I return with muddied ears,
You'll know he was a mean one.