Meandering mind mumblings between phone calls at survey call center (Hell) |
A poem about telephone survey taker.
I can’t stop the ringing in my ears.
The dial tone is a thing of nightmares
and rejection now ranks as my worst fear.
Is the answering machine my salvation?
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Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
Philosophy |
I understand what life means. It means one must questions ones motives. To enjoy is to sin. To sin is to enjoy. To take a substance that makes you feel better is to alter ones state. To alter ones sta...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 13:17:00 GMT |
Words that end in "ation" are easy to rhyme, just read this. |
To syphon off my mental contamination i will force an oral cerabellum examination to further my continuation haphazardly ruining the given situation i send forth exultation that God exists in the ima...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 12:25:00 GMT |
The funniest Mad Lib I ever done did |
Old Mother Hubbard went to the carnivore to get her libidinous rhinoceros a bone. When she got there, the carnivore was erect, and so her polluted dog had none.
Jack and Jill went up the bicycle to fe...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 18:35:00 GMT |
A Mooses Ass |
A Moose's Ass
I once saw a moose sitting in the passenger seat of a two door automobile. Not sure of the make or model, it was dark, but I am pretty sure the car was red in color. Its head was poking...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 19:27:00 GMT |
