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Jun 17, 2008
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Faux Mort
While idly ruminating on the nature of death,
contemplating my final breath
I gave myself a start,
it was not a breath,
it was a fart.
Full of deadly meth-
ane
— weirdelf, Jun 17, 2008
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Nilmini
17 years 11 months ago
This is Hilarious
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
I broke methane up
poewriter58
17 years 11 months ago
Jess
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
methane
DarkinAZ
17 years 11 months ago
This is funny,
frangipangi
17 years 11 months ago
laughing,laughing and laughing some more!
frangipangi
17 years 11 months ago
oh yeah
rider68
17 years 11 months ago
Just when i think that's as far as you go?
Frost Smith
17 years 11 months ago
weirdelf...
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
drop bears on cocaine!
anaxor
17 years 11 months ago
:)
Rett
17 years 11 months ago
ROTFLMAO
Barbara Writes
17 years 11 months ago
noone like you
DarkinAZ
17 years 11 months ago
I wish you both
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
My thoughts and prayers with you too,
RSScheerer
17 years 11 months ago
You posted it!
Quillsvein1
17 years 11 months ago
haha!
themoonman
17 years 11 months ago
acid during a plane crash...
GreenBean
17 years 11 months ago
Gives new meaning to “what
infinite_dwarf
17 years 11 months ago
lmao
Poetic Fluffer
17 years 11 months ago
too good
Mark
17 years 11 months ago
LMFAO