The night was dark,
The sky was blue,
Around the corner
The poop wagon flew,
A shot was fired,
A gun was heard,
And a man was killed
By a flying turd.
The night was dark,
The sky was blue,
Around the corner
The poop wagon flew,
A shot was fired,
A gun was heard,
And a man was killed
By a flying turd.
It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. The pastor of the church was looking over the cradle when e noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. Immediately he turned and went outside and saw a little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant, Jesus.
So he walked up to the boy and said, “Well, where did you get Him, my little friend?”
The little boy replied, “I got him from the church.”
“And why did you take him?”
The boy said, “Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus and I told him if he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give him a ride around the block in it.”
“I reckon I’ll have me a half-caf double latte with a twist. IN A DIRTY MUG!”
“Gentlemen, rather than get caught up in mindless reaction, let’s draw upon our feminine selves for a more intuitive solution.”
“Can we postpone this duel till 12:05? I gotta use the little boys room.”
“Injuns! Quick, pull the wagons into an irregular dodecagon!”
“Y’know, Badlands Pete… a roaring campfire, good coffee, nice prairie breeze, just you ‘n’ me… what say we put on the rhinestone gowns and dance a jig or two?”
“Let’s see… hardtack and pemmican… that’s three grams of fat, seven grams of protein, and two starches.”
“You ‘n’ Slim round up them strays, and I’ll tell Cookie to get started on the gazpacho and the fondue.”
“That’s him! That’s the yella-bellied varmint who shot my therapist!”
“He was a strong man, a good marshal, and I reckon he had a keen eye for interior decoration.”
“Hey, Buck, do these chaps make my butt look big?”
“It’s like I keep tellin’ ya, Earl: men is from Tombstone, women is from Dodge.”
“HANG HIM HIGH, BOYS!! …Okay, now a little to the left…..Oooh! Stop right there. Perfect!”
Q: How are hamburgers sent to jail?
A: In a patty wagon.
Q: When is a dog’s tail not a dog’s tail?
A: When it’s a waggin’ (a wagon)!
“Everybody gets to pull the wagon”
– Mrs. Stickums
“I’m so hungry I could eat the wheels off a wagon”
– Ms. Signs
“…a wagon where poo comes alive!”
– from the TV
“Hitch your wagon to a star”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I die, I’m going to leave my ex-wife everything I have. And all those bills will fix her wagon once and for all.
Q: What do you call a scalped corpse that gets run over by a wagon?
A: A rumpled still skinned.