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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
18 years 1 month ago
This is Hilarious
weirdelf
18 years ago
I broke methane up
poewriter58
18 years 1 month ago
Jess
weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
methane
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
This is funny,
frangipangi
18 years 1 month ago
laughing,laughing and laughing some more!
frangipangi
18 years 1 month ago
oh yeah
rider68
18 years 1 month ago
Just when i think that's as far as you go?
Frost Smith
18 years 1 month ago
weirdelf...
weirdelf
18 years ago
drop bears on cocaine!
anaxor
18 years 1 month ago
:)
Rett
18 years 1 month ago
ROTFLMAO
Barbara Writes
18 years 1 month ago
noone like you
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
I wish you both
weirdelf
18 years ago
My thoughts and prayers with you too,
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
You posted it!
Quillsvein1
18 years ago
haha!
themoonman
18 years ago
acid during a plane crash...
GreenBean
18 years ago
Gives new meaning to “what
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
lmao
Poetic Fluffer
18 years ago
too good
Mark
18 years ago
LMFAO
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