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August 14, 2007
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Carnation Milk

Carnation Milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand—
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.

– Anonymous

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Sherry Thomas August 28, 2007 at 5:37 pm

ROTFL!

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mechmike June 6, 2009 at 1:17 pm

I always heard the second and third lines as:

Sits on the shelf in a red-and-white can…
No shit to shovel, no teats to pinch…

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