This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2002-01-29 17:42:02 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Too freakin'cold, and if I may      be so bold, One's gotta be nuts,      maybe even a putz, To live here at forty below,      with wind whipped peaks full of snow. I put the key in, and the car wouldn't start, It just grinds, and bucks, and starts to fart. Full of wrath, and full of ire,  I go outside and kick the tire!           DAMN! Like a lot of good that has done,      might as well have shot the (bleeping) car with my gun. Now in this cold I gotta piss, Back away from the car so that I will miss (it). How cold is it the reader will ask? What I have to  tell you is proven fact! I started to piss, and there was NO sound, You see my friends, it froze before it hit the ground! .....and that my friends is the honest truth!

Copyright © January 2002 arnie s WACHMAN

Additional Notes:
Putz - Hebrew. A vulgar word for penis. Damn - yes that's spelled correctly!

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