Saturday, December 15, 2012
Why do I cry?
I cry whenever I see condoms exploited.
I cry, therefore I dribble.
I cry because bananas stole my thunder.
I cry in order to stretch my puffy face.
I cry tears of joy when oriental discretion is advised.
I cry because I'm unemployed and these eyebrows need shampoo.
I cry a puddle and call it a career.