I wrote a poem.  It goes...

Who let the dogs out?

Was it all the single ladies?

Isn't it ironic that the world is a vampire?

It has been 25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill...

of muff.

I watched Final Destination.

For whatever that means.

I am the great Cornholio.

I need a Tee Pee.  A Tee Pee.

For my bunghole.