Hey boy. Your pants are on fire. The wolf has run out of its cave. It races for the den of sweetened lambs. Footprints on fire.
Drop those sugary words. Sell it. Sell yourself. Hot stuff. You, Man of buttery steel.
I see through you. I do. Many do. Pooh on you. Be careful, someone's watching.
Enlighten me with honesty. If you dare. Take the high road, if your muscles can take the climb. Oh, by the way, you're knees are shaking.
Girls scare easy. Women don't.
Go on. Chase those skirts. Embrace deep conversations about Jimmy Choo shoes and Jersey Whores.
eeny, meeny, miney, moe -- I hate games.
As my friend Natalie says, "I cross you out!"
