Little Timmy had a tiny ****.

He ****** and he ******,
but women never noticed him.

He could go for hours on end,
plowing and ******* again and again.

He ******* more women than anyone around
and not one of them ever noticed, nor muttered a sound.

But he got his satisfaction, one stroke at a time,
and remembered them all in his tiny little mind.

When you think of drugs, you think of all of the bad things they do to your mind
I mean, what's so bad about being addicted to happiness
Drugs aren't just drugs
They are addictions that guide the soul
So is her *****
Intelligent ****
Mental serial killer
Universal artist
Emotional balance
Diseased heart
Romantic ******
Spiritual heterosexual
What have I become?
In the end, I was set at the right place... at the right time.

Watch it rain.
Let it rain.
Wonder when the rain will stop.
Wait for the rain to stop.
Get wet.
**** and moan and ***** and complain
  about rain.

Sometimes I get lonely
for the old days
when I drank a lot
and didn't think too much.

  ~mce