When I was you, I knew forever I would be two, years of age on this beautiful island known as, Blow-the-Chunk. I used to know why birds chirped and bees did not fart, but now I only know that an ants butt lets an atom of poop through. What if we were good enough to strip for Paris Hilton? If I were fifty eight and still teaching at the JCC, I would probably be dating one of the three year olds in the disabled section.
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