Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Lol... a funny little poem from the "wretched refuse" simmering in a "melting pot"....

First they came for the Mexicans, and I said nothing because I was laughing too hard to talk.

Then they came for the Moslems, and I said nothing because I was blasting Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” so loudly that no one would be able to hear me if I said something.

Finally they came for the Jews, and I said nothing because people can’t talk while they’re chugging champaign straight out of the bottle.

Then they stopped coming, so I played X-Box with my neighbor and then went to the gym. Then later me and my girlfriend and my cousin played Scrabble while listening to jazz music and trying out some different types of cold cuts and cheeses we bought at Whole Foods.