there once was a boy who liked to eat

there once was a boy who liked to eat

broccoli, spinach, brussel sprouts, peas, cottage cheese, asparagus and fish. His mother was really worried about him. "Dear, have some sugar covered spaghetti and french fries!

I'd prefer sugar on my French fries. It's going to be my last dinner anyway. That's what they wrote un this letter. Read it if you want

a good laugh. Go ahead. You should know about this. It's important to me that you know how it's going to be." He shoved the tattered letter into her trembling hands. She read

"Dear Daughter: I hired the best divorce lawyer in the US to help rid us of the illiterate a-hole you married. Since he can't read, he was told this is a will leaving him all. Mom.

P.S alternatively, use the arsenic, enclosed, to poison your idiot of a husband and we can save on legal fees." Well, thanks Mom, I thought to myself. The only hole in these plans

was that I was a f**king chicken I couldn't do it I told her

. But came out, "Bwuuuck, bwuuuck, bwuuuuck, bwUUUUck!" Well hell. I may as well forget her and Do my best to cross the road, to the bar, where I would enter with a rabbi & say "

What do you call a chicken crossing the road? Poultry in motion.." Or maybe not. He'd figure it out. But when he stuck a foot into the road, his Lay-dee began clucking up a storm.