Sunday, November 20, 2011


and the dog rolled over,
said to the cat,
sniff my balls.

and the cat was incensed,
and was deeply confused
by all the uncertainties.

certainly, the dog meant
for the cat
to scratch its ass.

the dog has beautiful balls

imagine this:
you're in the middle of nowhere.
a flock of pigeons flies over.
couple hundred, or so.
those pigeons get right over you,
and they all shit at once;
right on top of you. 
but, only about 6 or 7
actually hit you. 
now, that ain't bad
out of 200 pigeons, is it?
lucky you. 

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