i have a confession. when i started this epic odyssey to document the aging process, the gimmick was front and center in my old mind. i didn't even know what 5 songs would be highlighted but such is life. to make amends for this transgression, allow me to share the most poignant poem of our generation:
There once was thug named Brown
Who bum-rushed a cop with a frown
Six bullets later
He met his creator
Then his homies burnt the town down
i wanted to share this epic poem on facebook but it might cost me a few friends and i can't afford to lose any more friends since they're dropping like flies these days.
i love you sons of bitches.
7 comments:
Judge: Why did you shoot him six times?
Defendant: Because when I pulled the trigger the seventh time the gun just went click.
You'd really lose friends over that? I'd be hoping to make a few buddies after publishing a limerick of that quality.
longfellow..you ain't ..but it rhymed nicely.
king - but don't modern guns have more than 6 bullets?
gb - jungle friends see the big picture. facebook friends tend to be a bit on the namby pamby side.
js - i'd like to take credit for writing it but must confess to a wee bit of plagiarism.
Yes some modern guns hold more than six bullets but it is just some humor so fucking laugh.
I heard there was a similar riot in Nantucket . . .
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