The Big Lunkhead

All of his life, Ralph was a dunderhead
  Foot in his mouth, whatever he said ~
    'I love water,' he told friends
     Here's how that would end ~
  They dumped an ice-cold bucket on his head
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Tor Avatar
May 31, 2023 at 8:08 PM
A wet head he was Gershon...
Rodrigues Avatar
May 28, 2023 at 8:52 PM
Ooh…a bit of a fool for the friends he acquired. They are ice cold!
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