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Coffee Creamer

I awoke in a fright From my sleep last night It must have been a bad dream Could we possibly be out of coffee cream Oh no, say it ain't so But it appears as though My wife went to Walmart and had a big brain fart Please rectify this my dear I want coffee creamer, not beer My coffee is bad without adding a tad Please bring creamer for the refrigerator and I will see you a bit later Drive safely my dear and don't hit a deer in the rear.

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Rusty Coker

Date: 2/10/2017 9:16:00 AM

Sounds like some old fart that doesn't want to put his shoes on and go get his own creamer. Hints of a self centered, egotistical grey haired s.o.b

Bob Beaman
Date: 2/10/2017 9:19:00 AM

Thanks Rusty, since Walmart is 11 miles one way from the house and the wife was already in town with a shopping list and e-mail reminding her that we were out of creamer. It seemed the logical thing to do. Actually your comment is spot on.......