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The Eleventh Commandment

God was tired that day After all Six days shalt thou labour And on the seventh Shalt thou rest And he'd be slaving away For eighteen days nonstop Mainly because of the offer of Double overtime Had proven irresistible. He'd written out these great rules On how to live, All eleven of them. And God yelled out: *"Oy Moses, you fat bearded git, I got some tablets of stone for you So move your fucking kosher arse"*. And Moses came out of the pub And picked up the first ten But, being a bit the worse for wear, And nine sheets to the wind With cut-price passover wine, He never noticed the eleventh one: *"Never accept a personal cheque Without a bank guarantee card"* Is what it said, And you can't argue with that No fucking way.
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edna-sweetlove
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May 2, 2015
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#god#moses#humour#anal
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