If you know a better way of spending a beautiful summer Sunday evening than writing limericks about whatever bullshit comes to mind, then I’d sure like to fucking hear it.
. . . Seriously, I’d like to hear it. Is this really what my life has come to?
Glenn Beck, as you know, is insane,
A mad dog who’s pulled free from his chain.
But that wasn’t his goal —
Poor Glenn just can’t control
The spirochetes eating his brain.
At St. James a young lad cut class
And was caught in the hall with no pass.
“It’s my one hope,” he said,
“That the Dean’s sick of head,
“And this time just comes in my ass.”
My old man, who has the worst luck,
In traffic this morning was stuck
Behind a slow-ass Chevelle
At which he did yell,
“You drive just like old people fuck!”