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Randy Johnson Poems
Two years ago I ruined my life when I got a bride. She's 6'4' tall and about ten feet wide.
I built a living creature with every body part that I could find. I had no idea that I was giving him a psychopathic mind. He has a flat head, green skin and bolts in his neck. He escaped from my lab and he's on a violent trek.
A date with Pamela Anderson
I met Pamela Anderson and we went on a date. She was very becoming and everything went great. It was an honor to date this star. I made her forget about Tommy Lee and it wasn't hard.
Last Christmas I went to Wal-mart to buy the last XBOX 360 they had. But a man grabbed it as I reached for it and that made me mad.
You got my sister pregnant
You got my sister pregnant and refused to take responsibility. You told her it's her problem and now you have to deal with me.
When I was seven, I had 100 dogs and that was too many. My dad would cuss while my mama spanked my fanny.
(This is a fictional poem) I soar through the air as I shoot webs from my hands. When people see me, they say there goes Spider-man.
A day of bad luck
All day long I've had bad luck. This morning I got on an elevator and it got stuck. I had a panic attack and thought I was going to die. I asked a man to put out his cigarette and he stuck it in my eye.
Symbol of love
Like the boy who cried wolf
My cousin was always broke. He'd get free meals at restaurants by pretending to choke.
It's 4 A.M. and I haven't had any sleep all night. My wife and I had a big fight.
Indiana Jones and the temple of dumb
My cousin is as dumb as he can be. His IQ score is only twenty-three.
Everybody deserves a second chance
You were arrested and put in jail. After you got out, people started giving you hell.
It's Christmas and my name Ebenezer Scrooge. I've been through a transformation that was huge. When it came to people, I was selfish and mean. I was so selfish that I lost the girl of my dreams.
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Two years ago I ruined my life when I got a bride.
She's 6'4' tall and about ten feet wide.
She weighs 800 pounds and I married her when I was drunk.
She eats and eats and my bank account has significantly shrunk.
She rolled over on me in bed and broke fifteen of my bones.
I wish she'd pack her bags and leave me on my own.
She's mean, she has warts on her face and it's tearing me apart.
When we go out in public, she always farts.
When she passes gas, it's louder than TNT and it really stinks.
I should've listened to my parents when they told me never to drink.