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may the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, the sun shine warm upon your face, the rain fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again may God hold you in the hollow of his hand
The sky broke open and sequins poured in from beyond in a sheath of the ocean of many names, the bristling of many manes of everything that had a mane, on the day the world's best-loved love-geyser, "Old Sexy Beautiful" first came gushing out of the crust in a manner much funner than Ole King Cole's four and twenty blackbirds.
and they say it was one of the finest moments in the history of the rejuvenation of history,
and Papa Whale-Belly, Champion of the Heart-Charleston, the village storyteller who tells stories by jiggling his belly in different directions came out to jiggle a new story to the kids about the goddess of the waterspout and how she used to squirt up past the mesopause to make the goof with that hairy-chested son of a turd that didn't quite make it out,
and their song plays whenever they knock butts:
"AURORA BOREALIS, SHININ' DOWN ON DALLAS- I WANNA BE YOUR LIFETIME RIEND... CRAZY AS A ROCKET - NOTHING IN MY POCKET- TAKE IT TO THE RAINBOW'S END...." and
I'd bet my truck with roll bars against your push the thing on the bottom and make your disney character do a flip,
that back when they were swoonin' and croonin' and breaking the light from yonder window, they even had some of that naked sex;
but that hairdo parted under the wind of time, and now she shovels coal into the furnace of the conductor from that creepy slave song:
"SHORTY BLUE-EYES WAS A WORKIN' MAN, HE USED TO PACK BLACK HINEY, IN HIS VAN...."
and she sings so beautifully that my wife started crying at our wedding and begged her girlfriends to tell her a joke and it went like this:
What did the lesbian frog say to the other lesbian frog? Burp.