I loved my old job when I could hide in my
cubicle and spend the day farting around.
Instead it's just work, work, work here
at the baked bean methane-research lab.
Rest area, rest home -- what difference does
it make? I'm sure Grandma enjoyed seeing
all those big trucks pulling in and out.
Sure, I felt stupid, but I was also mighty
relieved when my doctor told me the burning
sensation I was experiencing while urinating
was due to standing too close to the campfire.






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