There once was a skid named Clint
Slept in a chair for a stint
Vinyl stuck to his ass
Every time he passed gas
And it surely did not smell like mint.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Clint, Millenium Library, Winnipeg, MB
Posted by Unknown at Saturday, November 12, 2005
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