Thanks for the free will, but it's not doing me much good. Sometimes
I sit around for hours thinking about nothing but breasts. The clouds
don't complain, but I know they feel neglected. Sometimes I watch
re-runs of the Benny Hill Show and let the fire go completely out.
It might be better if I knew only one word, like meow, and You walked me
around all the time on a much tighter leash. I don't know, I just
thought I'd drop this note in the suggestion box and see what happens.
I didn't have the balls to sign it, so you'll know exactly who it came
Copyright 2001, Larry Rapant