Limericks.

There once was a man from Lombardi

who’s butt was unusually farty

he arrived at a dance

with a hole in his pants

and was, rightly, turned away from the party.

There, in a chef’s kitchen, lay

“I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” Spray

The chef tasted it,

and said “What the fuck is THIS shit!?

Whomsoever brought this in here will pay!”

 

I inherited a house on Iscariot

Drove up in my F-150 Lariat

A ghost claimed the house as his haunt

with an unholy taunt

So I said “Peace out, Ima stay at the Marriott!”