PK 44

It's the end of March,
Both the month and the march of
Good through my colon.

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PK 43

The chiropractor
Will adjust my spine, but he
Can't make my butt crack.

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PK 42

I'm proud to have made
A bagel-pizza-sushi-
Buffalo-wing-shit.

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PK 41

Work's pissing me off,
Like what a strong urine stream
Does to a skid mark.

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PK 40

If only mint things
Had the same asshole effect
As spicy things do.

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PK 39

I should call my ass
Vesuvius or something
Because...you know why.

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PK 38

By the feel of it,
My swordfish dinner had an
Actual sword. Ouch.

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PK 37

It's St. Patty's Day,
But my shit didn't turn green.
I'm kinda upset.

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PK 36

The skirt steak was good,
But I think it should be called
"Squirt steak" - am I right?

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PK 35

A pork chop dinner
And pork taco lunch. That's why
My butthole's squealing.

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PK 34

Thundering outside
While my stomach's own storm makes
Hard rain from my butt.

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PK 33

So as it turns out,
That was no red pepper flake.
Just a scab. My bad.

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PK 32

So much gyrating
That I'm practically giving
A toilet lap dance.

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PK 31

What started off as
A big ribeye steak at Cut
Is now just ground beef.

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PK 30

Dumping something fierce
Before flying to Vegas.
Color coming out!

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