Whenever I’m down, I can always count on my friends to try and pick me up. They usually don’t have a forklift available, but it’s the thought that counts.
how do i love thee?
let me count the ways…
your eyes are like pools;
cesspools.
your teeth are like stars;
they come out at night.
being with you is like…
nailing jello to a tree.
how do i love thee?
oh sol, my love for thee is great
like a 3-ton elephant with some ‘gas issues.’
Thank you, my schweet. I may now resume my regularly scheduled snarkiness.
you’re WELCOME! i only speak the unabashed truth.
Go for it, boy!
Sign me “anxiously awaiting snarkiness!”
oh hell yea!! I needed that laugh 🙂
*mwah*
ode to a bombshell
so i wrote a poem for solly last night, and this morning saw the movie that inspired it: Bombshell, starring
hahah. i remember that cesspools bit….