To: dead
My brother once did that. Made all of us turn the lights in the living room off, and then Poof! or should I say Poot! Fireworks!!! He burned a hole in his shorts!!!
To: Foghat
IF THIS WON'T JUST BURN YOUR BALLS!....... I had a mole upon my butt, so I scheduled a time too have it cut. The day arrived and I was put too sleep, when out of my butt some gas did creep. The gas caught fire and rapidly spread as I lay there on my burning bed. Can't end this poem without it being said, guess there will be no more thinking with my "little head".
110 posted on
04/15/2002 3:25:46 PM PDT by
suni
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