In the summer of 2005 I worked in landscaping for two and a half months. It was a surprisingly enjoyable job. But then....
My block saw dried up
And my rake's teeth fell out
And my sod cutter waddled into a lake
And my shovel became shriveled
And my plate compactor caught a wasting disease
And then I went home and ate a couple of tommychongas for dinner. The next day was supposed to be my last day working there. I didn't feel well so I call in sick. It was a good summer.
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I don't get it.
Here is the explanation, in its entirety: I wanted to use the words shovel and shrivel in the same sentence, and I love the fact that the name Tommy Chong and the word chimichonga are so similar. Some of it is fact. Can you guess?
Itz de most beeautiful poem I ever hear!
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