At work was I, and working hard.
I reached in my file for letterhead.
My hand recoiled - I had the card...
I looked, I gasped, I'd rather be dead!
For there on my finger, all green and hairy,
(Oh how I wish it was covered in sugar!)
'Twas tiny, and yet, incredibly scary!
I found sitting there a wee little booger!
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diarrhea of the mind
6 comments:
Bogies are gross.
your face is gross
Yummy! There's nothing like a booger for a little mid-afternoon snack. Good times.
You really do use that comeback for everything, huh?
i see nothing wrong with my stinging comebacks. they make people cry, and i find that satisfying.
try not to go to the dark side . . .
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