Oh, Monday, I feel none of your promise /
and all of the life left to me lies bundled up /
in bed dreaming and believing /
in a Monday yet to be.
Oh, Monday, I feel none of your promise /
and all of the life left to me lies bundled up /
in bed dreaming and believing /
in a Monday yet to be.
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Q.: What is the capital of the United States of Zombies?
A.: Brainerd, Minnesota.
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Q: What’s the nickname of the United States of Zombies?
A: The Brain Drain.
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Q.: What do you call a Zombie sink?
A.: A Brain Drain.
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