Randy Johnson

Randy Johnson Poems

521. I Love Boobs 10/22/2009
522. 40 Days And 40 Nights 11/6/2007
523. Selena 4/25/2007
524. Donkey Kong Junior 12/17/2007
525. Whooped By A Kindergartner 9/16/2005
526. Money Tree 8/23/2006
527. Lousy Pilot 9/13/2006
528. Dumbass 9/4/2006
529. I'Ll Be There To Hold Your Hand 6/4/2007
530. You'Re Living In Paradise 4/30/2006
531. French 9/17/2005
532. My Stinking Honda 9/14/2005
533. Philanthropist 9/6/2005
534. Deer Hunting 10/21/2007
535. Perseverance 10/19/2007
536. Don'T Commit Suicide 12/6/2010
537. The Good Samaritan 2/22/2007
538. Burger 2/11/2008
539. Batman 3/9/2008
540. Everybody Deserves A Second Chance 12/16/2007
541. 4 A.M. 2/23/2007
542. Like The Boy Who Cried Wolf 8/10/2006
543. Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Dumb 8/2/2006
544. I'M Spider-Man 4/23/2007
545. Symbol Of Love 1/16/2008
546. A Day Of Bad Luck 9/7/2005
547. Ebenezer Scrooge 12/25/2011
548. 100 Dogs 11/28/2007
549. You Got My Sister Pregnant 10/24/2006
550. Xbox 360 8/5/2006
551. A Date With Pamela Anderson 9/3/2005
552. Frankenstein's Monster 12/22/2010
553. 800 Pounds 10/11/2006

Comments about Randy Johnson

  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/29/2006 9:53:00 PM)

    X Ray Glasses,

    Hey I really liked this, such a fun poem, something I am sure all teenage boys

    wished they had, had at one time or another...

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Best Poem of Randy Johnson

800 Pounds

Two years ago I ruined my life when I got a bride.
She's 6'4' tall and about ten feet wide.
She weighs 800 pounds and I married her when I was drunk.
She eats and eats and my bank account has significantly shrunk.
She rolled over on me in bed and broke fifteen of my bones.
I wish she'd pack her bags and leave me on my own.
She's mean, she has warts on her face and it's tearing me apart.
When we go out in public, she always farts.
When she passes gas, it's louder than TNT and it really stinks.
I should've listened to my parents when they told me never to drink.

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Yellow Pocket Bike

I love cruising on my yellow pocket bike.
As I ride down the road, I love what it feels like.
It has a semi-automatic transmission with four gears.
The sound of its engine is music to my ears.
My bike is small but it has 70 CCs of power.
It will go up to fifty miles per hour.
But I never go fast.
I treat this bike like a baby because I want it to last.
Parents should exercise caution because these bikes aren't toys.

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