Restaurant in peace..
He donβt come around here no more
May he rust in piss.
His friends described him as a round and pulpy man who loved his wife and penguins. He will be deeply pooped.
It was a sad way to go, but a beautiful finish.
Push and Pull.
He'll be miffed.
He must have a lot of free time on his hands.
Thereβs no cough-in at his funeral.
A dead joke
Cannot believe Gaviscon
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
Put it in the microwave until its bill withers.
She dyed.
Due to it being in the morning, he died hard.
As he was dying he kept saying "be positive" but it's hard without him.
Still canβt believe Gaviscon
His last words were βbe positiveβ
Now he's a pizza history
I just hope it was instant.
Now I have a nickel-less cage.
He was somewhere around 30, 35? 35, 40.
As he was dying, he kept telling us to "be positive," but it's incredibly hard to without him.
He ran out of thyme unfortunately
RIP
Every time we had cornbread for dinner he would say, "pi r squared? Pie are not squared, pie are round. Cornbread are squared."
Upon which grandpa said, "Son, pray for me, that I never get that hungry!"
May his Seoul rest in peace.
So I went back and showed her the way.
"Hey, I know a great little restaurant called "Away." It's up here on the left."
His family will be holding a private funfair necks monkey
From his obituary, I learned he was quite famous in certain circles.
now Novi Sad.
He died with no egrets.
He will be mist.
Restaurant in peace
The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave.
Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.
When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."
He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."
So the magistrate kept listening, "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."
Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate.
He stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."
He kept saying "be positive" before he died but it's hard without him.
I guess it was his DEAD joke
The funfair is nest work.
