For breakfast I had ice cream With pickles sliced up in it; For lunch, some greasy pork chops Gobbled in a minute; Dinner? Clams and orange pop, And liverwurst, slicked thick--- And now, oops! Oh pardon me! I'm going to be sick!
One day, a fourteen-year-old weasel walked into a local pub. The bartender took one look at him and says, “You are underaged. I can’t serve you beer.” The weasel asks, “What can I have?” The bartender replies, “I have bottled water, juice, energy drinks, and pop.” “Pop!” goes the weasel..