my god!
my money! my house! my car!
my hair my shoe my face
my credit! my bill!
my phone my meds my food my head
my work my kids my back
my dog my cat my fish
my balls my tits my legs
my tits my tits my tits your tits
your tits your thing my thing
my god!
I loved the way "my tits" turned into "your tits your thing my thing my god"! Wonderful if painful wit.
My Tits ! My Tits.
My A ss ,my A ss has gone as I laughed it off reading your poem.
Cheered me up no end
best wishes
Jerry
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
My tits, your tits, my thing, your thing.
I know I am commenting on top of my own last comment, but I am still smiling and still hear these words like some great new catchphrase.
Jerry
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
Bump!
I am still loving this. As I am driving places in my day this keeps coming back to me. I drive to my next crappy appointment and find a smile for my tits my tits ( I am working on the theory that if I love it to bits I am not alone)
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
its all true.
All true? Hmmmm. It is all great
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
I just feel like jumping up and down after reading this!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
cool. i felt more like going school shooting when i wrote it.
but i dont own guns, relax.
you're so genuine
under the wallmart original's remake of renaissance classics.
you're so smart
under the haircut and the blue spectacles.
you're so pretty
under the glitter and gold supersized underpriced cover-girl kit.
you're so talented
under the canvas of visa-mastercard-paypall.
you're so pure
under the baghavad-gita topless bikini.
you're so bright
under the stellar five-pointed cardboard.
you're so true
under the six-feet king-size best reviewed innerspring.
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