January 2011
2 posts
Your eyes, they sparkle.
Our chemistry like bombs. The
fallout…fireworks.
My Resolution?
You and me don’t leave ‘til we
exchange kisses, girl.
December 2010
14 posts
Should auld acquaintance
be forgot? In the morning?
Post-breakfast? New year…
This place is full of
pseudointellectuals.
Let’s go tip some cows.
Ouch! Your feet must be
tired. Because your heels are
ridiculous stilts.
Here’s your present. It’s
a Rick In A Box. “Never
gonna give you up…”
I take your picture?
I need to show Santa what
I want for Christmas.
‘Twas the night before
Christmas and all through the house…
your discarded clothes.
You’re a classy girl;
I’d like to stuff your stockings
full of dollar bills.
Tickets to the gun
show? I’ll sell you a seat, but
you’ll just need the edge.
You must be tired…
because parking is mad hard
in this neighborhood.
Was your father a
baker? I’m just curious
about your family.
I thought all the good
domain names were taken, but
you’re thebomb.com
You really can’t stay?
But baby it’s cold outside.
Human Blanket Time.