Shoot the breeze

[krystal]

Krystal answers (even though they aren't really questions):

Definitely didn't want to start a new thread, but felt this worthy of posting:

A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep, Yes, please.
One who's handsome, smart and strong. Would be a plus.
One who loves to listen long, Pretending to listen would work most of the time.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks. Or I'll ignore him when he does call.
I pray he's rich and self-employed, Would rather he liked his job.
And when I spend, won't be annoyed. I've got my own to spend, thank you.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand. I'm a girl. What girl doesn't want that?
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a k ing to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean. At least some of the time.
I pray this man will love no other. Don't we all?
And relish visits with my mother. Couldn't be hard; my mom is awesome.

A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
a nice butt & big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Men are whores.