Friday, October 14, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep, 
One who's handsome, smart and strong. 
One who loves to listen long.

One who thinks before he speaks, 
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
 I pray he's rich and self-employed, 
And when I spend, won't be annoyed. 

Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
 Massage my feet and help me stand. 
Oh send a king to make me queen. 
A man who loves to cook and clean. 

I pray this man will love no other. 
And relish visits with my mother. 


I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

If you never went through the fire, Then how would you become pure?