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Drunken Monk
On hearing a story about 'Auto-Brewery Syndrome ( ABS)
There once lived
An incontinent monk
He never drinks
But still
He gets drunk
The doctors
Were flummoxed
For he
Brews beer
In his
Stomach
Now they
All want
To squeeze out
His trunks!
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 5:11 pm
A Dating Conversation
Girl- We're on a date
You arrived late
And look at the state
Of You
Guy- I'm 20 years older
I should have told ya
But you were kinda
Sold on
My Soldier stories
I know you're going beserk
But.....
Maybe we can still make this work
Girl- What was he thinking?
My h...
Tuesday 13th August 2019 12:47 pm
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