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There once was a monkey who lived in the trees,
his balls hung so low that they knocked off of his knees.
He grabbed a banana, screamed abracadabra,
and his balls fell down to his feet.

There once was a man from nantucket
Who had such a big nose, he looked like an idiot.
This poem doesn’t ryhme.

Being cool, you’ll find
Is a state of mind.
A refreshing attitude.
When things get hot,
Cool is all you got!
Doing it country cool!
Mountain Dew!

I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

Confusious