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Non-Carbon-Based Irony

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Even vaporous, non-corporeal beings love to be ironic.  Viva la mustache!  And a happy Wednesday to all you life forms out there.  Except for the unicorns.  F*CK them unicorns.

“I am the vapourest, I said that even before I was self-aware.” — Gaseous Clay

Finger Sandwiches, or…

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The Mind Tool

Beachcomber fluoresces

With the light of a thousand

Unitard-toting unicorns.

Fluorescing yes / sparkling no.

Why?

Because the unitard is

Not the weapon of choice.

Canned pseudo-meat is

Where it’s at.

And where it’s at

Is also

Hoboken.

Twain invented chortling

There.

Not at Woodstock.

That would be

Ridiculous.

Chaaaaaa.

HORSEY!!

Hail the conquering bunbun beast.

TODAY’S SPECIAL: You Can Have Your Ironic Summer Mustache & Eat It Too

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Nothing says Ironic Mustache Wednesday like the first day of Summer!  Am I right??? AM I?????  Of course I am.  Don’t be foolish.

Happy Summer, Cheesestache.

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Say cheese

Waiter, there’s a hair in my cheese!