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Submitted:Mar 13, 2012    Reads: 37    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Little Joe

Dated a hoe

And now he has STDs

He went to the doctor

And said,

"Will you take care of these warts please?"

The Dr. said, "No, there is no cure!

Get out of my office now."

"I thought for sure,

There was a cure."

Joe thought somewhere,


So one day he went to the pound

The place where the homeless pets play around

And stuck his weiner in the cage

And an angry dog so filled with rage

Bit his wiener right off his hips

And the dog munched the weiner

In between his lips

Now little Joe was cured of his STDS!


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