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The unlucky Janitor haikus (Haiku) by Bachus Clean up in room eight.
Bumps table, and beaker spills.
Doors lock. Sirens sound
The white coats show up
But the janitor is gone.
Now, zombie with mop.
Up the ladder:
Cour
Down the ladder:
Sugar Love
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Posted: February 7, 2003 6:49 PM PST; Last modified: February 7, 2003 6:49 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.105263 Overall Rank: 6018 Comments:
oh and one more thing: Angie.....Angie...ha ha ha
Bill Z. Bub just jerked off all over my secret stash of dime store wingtips.
...poor janitor...
different.
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interior designers with weak bladders and divinity complexes. by the way.