(In the style of Robert Frost)Whose bed this is, I do not know.This house might be down on frat row;He will not see me leaving hereTo watch his morning boner grow.My little feet must think it queerTo …
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I'm just a caveman. I fell on some ice and later got thawed out by some of your scientists. Your world frightens and confuses me! Sometimes the honking horns of your traffic make me want to get out of my BMW.. and run off into the hills, or wherever.. Sometimes when I get a message on my fax machine, I wonder: "Did little demons get inside and type it?" I don't know! My primitive mind can't grasp these concepts.
January 31st, 2007