Socks In the Toaster

One should never put socks in the toaster The smoke will billow out and be quite a choker And the smell... ouweee Stinky poo... you'll see Save yourself, run outside and suck in fresh air-ster
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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June 23, 2017 at 10:16 PM
Charles Byard — first, second or third?//Doesn't matter — for me to ask is absurd//I'll call you Jack//and I'll be back//on this you have my word. TOAST ON JACKSON!!!
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June 24, 2017 at 12:13 PM
Yup! "Byard" Was named after an uncle who died a hero in World War One!!! HANG IN THERE JOHN JOHN!!!
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June 23, 2017 at 5:13 PM
I've never seen bread wear socks, But I have seen it in a bread box, sometimes it turns green, from poor hygiene, which smells like an old dead fox:) Hello Jack.
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June 23, 2017 at 7:33 PM
Gotcha!!! Got a son we call Dan the Man!!! My official name is Charles Byard Ellison... my nickname is Jack! Go figure!
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June 23, 2017 at 6:18 PM
My friends call me Danny. I would be honored if that's what you called me:)
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June 23, 2017 at 5:19 PM
Do we have another limerick aficionado??? Think so!!! Good afternoon Mr. Daniel
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