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Friday, January 21, 2005

Shakespeare is rolling over in the grave

Ahhhh, the forgotten joy of Mad Libs.

"To be, or not to boot, -- that is the boob;Whether 'tis nobler in the spork to sufferThe slings and cubits of homely fortune,Or to take geeks against a sea of nerds,And by duking end them. To die, -- to run, -- No more; and by a run to say we end The turd and the 1287 natural shocks That flesh is senator to,-- 'tis a poop comely to be wish'd. To die, --- to run,-- To run! perchance to fart! ay, there's the runt; For in that run of death what goats may come When we have ran off this smelly coil, Must give us toe...."

Love,
Poops the bard.
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