On top of the tree top
All covered with blood
I shot poor Barney in the gut
I went to his funeral
I went to his grave
Some people threw flowers
I threw a grenade
On Friday 13 he came back from the dead
I grab a bazooka and blew off his head
…..
On top of the tree top
All covered with blood
I shot poor Barney in the gut
I went to his funeral
I went to his grave
Some people threw flowers
I threw a grenade
On Friday 13 he came back from the dead
I grab a bazooka and blew off his head
…..
Knock knock
Who’s there?
The police
The police who?
Your parents are dead.
Submitted through the Fan Mail submission form. Maybe ironically?
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This form was submitted: Mar 21 2007 / 21:33:57
name = SKREW YOU
fanmail = SKREW YOUR SITE. THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT DEAD BABIES YOU DIRT BAG LOSER
Q: How do you fit 600 dead babies into a trunk?
A: A blender.
Q: How do you get 600 dead babies out of the trunk?
A: Doritos.
“somebody say something, you’re not all dead are you?”
– Dr. OldNBald
“he’s dead, and I can’t ask him why he named them these things”
– Miss Canoffat
name = dead
email = help me
the_error = ahhhhhhhhh
Dashing through the snow
In a pair of broken skis
Over the hills we go
Bashing into trees
OW! OW! OW!
The snow is turning red
I think I’m almost dead
Rush me to the hospital
Before I lose my head