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I Killed Mister Ed

I Killed Mister Ed

While I was driving a Monster Truck, I ran over Mister Ed.
I accidentally ran over that talking horse and now he's dead.
Mister Ed said "F*** you" to me with his final breath.
Millions of people are upset because of his death.

That horse let out a smelly fart before he died.
When his owner saw what happened, he cried.
Wilbur Post called Peta and that got me in a lot of trouble.
I was sued and the only lawyer I could afford was Barney Rubble.

I lost the lawsuit because Barney is stupid because he's from the Stone Age.
When i couldn't pay Wilbur ten million bucks, the cops locked me in a cage.
Please listen to my advice or you may go to jail and your spouse will get a divorce.
If you ever drive a Monster Truck, you'd better not run over somebody's talking horse.

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Tony Taylor

LOL...LOL...you are a TRIP my friend.....this is friggin' hysterical!!.....and certainly worthy of a PIN!!.....Great work.....thanx so much for making me laugh....I needed it today!!......Bravo Randy!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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