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Drinking Clorox

Drinking Clorox

Some folks said I was stupid, they said my head was filled with rocks.
I was rushed to the emergency room after I drank a bottle of Clorox.
I had the Clorox sitting next to a Coke but I drank the Clorox instead.
I accidentally drank it and just one hour later, I was pronounced dead.
I went to the Pearly Gates when I soared above the clouds.
But Saint Peter said that dumbasses are not allowed.
I was sent to Hell but entering Hell was something Satan also wouldn't allow.
Satan said I'm too mean and that Hell is already bad enough the way it is now.
I thought I would burn for eternity, I thought I would roast.
But I was spared and now I'm here on earth and I'm a ghost.
My wife has been a lovely lady for all of the years I've known her.
But because I'm a ghost, she no longer gives me a boner.
My wife adored me even though she hates men who have tiny cocks.
If you don't want to end up in my shoes, you'd better not drink Clorox.
 

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