Listen, I don't have all the answers, just some. I know what works for me, but I will let you in on it, but you can't judge me either. Oh, I know you will, so that's why I call you a piece of shit behind your back. You prefer it that way, keeps the shit we have between going on and on...its healthy.
But, when I walk in the room on you, and your eyes are redder than a freakin' stop sign, something isn't right. And no matter how much or how many sexual jokes I tell you, it and you won't feel any better. But I can tell you what I do and say. What I say is..hell, they can't take me out behind the barn and shoot me, well not any more they can't.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment