Lounge Act

Why did the chicken cross the road? Duh.

Most jokes are too darn old to be funny anymore. Frankly, if I hear any more garbage about that chicken, I’ll pulverize that piece of poultry. So here you won’t find any jokes per se, just some musings about the general messed-upedness of daily life. Maybe I’ll also torture you with my poetry. Enjoy.

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Parental torture
Why are people so obsessed with the meaning of names?