To the man
who
folds,
fills,
and fries
my Crab Rangoon
at
Chinese Express:

You smell good.

The woman
couldn't remember
how the cactus got there,
But
she could remember
how she got it out
the last time.

This Shit's Fuckin' Triflen (Or, The Most Honest Post I've Ever Made)

In the elevator,
The the fat man read:
"Maximum capacity 3000 lbs."

Frowning,
he headed for the bathroom.

She Got Them Dick-Suckin' Lips

She wasn’t mad
Because her husband gave her
A half-eaten Ring-Pop
For their anniversary;
She was mad
Because he was wearing it
On his penis.