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Pushing Up Daisies

So this is where I'm bound to sleep Just three feet wide and six feet deep No shirt, no shoes, or even sox Only me in my little box So grab a shovel, lend a hand And bury me in desert sand I know that it's a boring job Guess I shouldn't have robbed the Mob

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Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 2/15/2025 6:58:00 AM

LOL. Good thing the mob didnt put cement overshoes on you and dump you in the river. Or put you where they Jimmy Hoffa-wherever that is

Randy Freie
Date: 2/15/2025 7:16:00 AM

Yeah, me and Jimmy Hoffa are pen pals. You want his address?

Paul Bell

Date: 2/15/2025 4:02:00 AM

Never rob the mob, I did once, now I'm propping up a motorway.

Randy Freie
Date: 2/15/2025 6:45:00 AM

Hey Paul, at least you're doing something useful and people will drop by to see you every day. Me, I'm coyote bait.