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