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John, a Justice of the Peace, enjoyed joinery and jade jewelry. His jealous Jill jeered that his jutting jaw was a joke. She jilted him for Jagermeister and a Jeep, leaving him jocular.
As a juvenile, he took a joy-ride in a jalopy for Jazz at Jim's, who judiciously allowed Jews despite the jeopardy of local jurisdiction. He died jaundiced with lock-jaw, his ashes kept in a jam jar by his son Joe, and dear wife Joyce.
Jangling old jackass
jive ass jingoistic jerks,
Jacob is my judge.
As a juvenile, he took a joy-ride in a jalopy for Jazz at Jim's, who judiciously allowed Jews despite the jeopardy of local jurisdiction. He died jaundiced with lock-jaw, his ashes kept in a jam jar by his son Joe, and dear wife Joyce.
Jangling old jackass
jive ass jingoistic jerks,
Jacob is my judge.
Posted by Zhoen on Sunday, August 03, 2008
2 comments:
Thank you for reminding me that I have been a jaundiced jew who sings jazz, and my name is frequently mis-spelled as jill.
I'm fond of this one. I shall be more aware of the letter J for the next 24 hours ....
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