To the tune of 'the ants go marching', as if anything else fit ;)
When I was eight days old my son, To-rah To-rah When I was eight days old my son, To-rah To-RAH The rabbi came with a great sharp knife I surely thought he would take my life But all...he...took...was ...a little bit off the top
I thought Santa was supposed to empty his own sack of goodies.
ReplyDeleteI guess we'll have to call him Lance Armstrong Jr.
ReplyDeleteBB Boy can hope that his using the singular "ball" would carry some weight.
ReplyDeleteGuys, never say "gonad" in front of a genie
ReplyDelete(Singing) "It's beginning to look a lot like Bris-mas..."
ReplyDeleteI think that's different, @Stilt. BTW, HAPPY FESTIVUS!!
DeleteTo the tune of 'the ants go marching', as if anything else fit ;)
DeleteWhen I was eight days old my son, To-rah To-rah
When I was eight days old my son, To-rah To-RAH
The rabbi came with a great sharp knife
I surely thought he would take my life
But all...he...took...was ...a little bit off the top
I may sing that at next year's Candle lighting...awesome.
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