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Dog Farts

There just isn't enough febreeze

to rid the room of the haze

Of a dog **** strong and silent

It kind of puts you in a daze

 

It kind of sneaks in, then it hits you

An olfactory h-bomb in your face

Meanwhile, he just lies there

He's wiped the room with **** mace

 

There is no middle ground here

They always smell like something died

Like he caught a squirrel in the garden

Now, it's rotting his insides

 

Dog farts, are a weapon

That our army has not used

In fact I told them in a letter

In their reply, they were amused

 

"We've tried to duplicate it"

"A killer weapon... stops the heart"

"But, our scientists just aren't able"

"To reproduce a strong dog ****

 

"Thank you for your consideration"

"We'll let you know, if we succeed"

"We agree with your kind letter"

"dog farts escape and then they breed"

 

Sometimes when a dog farts

It makes a noise, he turns around

"my god, I smell incredible"

is the look comes from my hound

 

So, if you've never smelled a dog ****

And your dog just sneaks one out

Do yourself a favour

Do not feed him brussel sprouts.

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roger-turner
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Jul 19, 2012
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