Death is a horizon, and the horizon is only as far as the eye can see.

Your mama so dumb, she brought a spoon to the superbowl, !

Your mama so fat, she asked if she could travel the wrold, they said "turn around..." ooooooh!!!

It's only untill after you fall,
you plumit to your faith.

If you want to be right,
you have to stand back,
And look at things in her point of view.

Its only then,
shall you see,
your never always as right,
as you would like to be.

She is like a triangal........ she gets more fatter as you look down.
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A child's imagination is far beter than the greatist knowledge.