Dear Santa-- Just leave your credit card right under the tree. That way, nobody would be able to steal any cash from your checking account. And if you see any charges of mine on the card, don't worry. I'm a good boy.
You Can't Have my Thoughts Anymore They were free Not anymore I gave everything Carte Blanche Holed up and pissed off It's almost ironic Ask me a specific question I might answer You run the risk though I'm prone to form letters
PoetSpeakWritten by PoetSpeak Published 17th Sep 2017 | Edited 19th Sep 2017
When we got to our friend's art studio and saw him painting a portrait of this one latest muse, she looked at me with a smile like she had wanted me to get naked and pose with her in front of everyone right in that room.
The local swimming pool is where I saw this chick sitting by the pool before she smiled and said "Want to buy some trunks to wear?" which made me look down and see that I was naked before I said "Bye", turned and ran myself out of there.
Sorry, Dad. We didn't mean to have you walk in and see us like this. I know that what I am about to say is something you would not believe. You see, what we are doing is rehearsing a sex scene for a latest movie.