She writes...

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
and always be my very best friend.


And he writes...

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge hooters
who owns a liquor store and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.



Haha got it from Naby's email. Made me laugh anyways. I'm in no mood to study at the mo. C'mon c'mon 3 more days!

I racked my brains but I still could not think of anyone else. Sigh. Do I really have that little friends? I want a happy meal.