Poem

Sometimes women send mixed signals. For example,
if you read every 11th letter in the restraining
order my girlfriend faxed me, it clearly spells
i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u, and then mostly gibberish, but
then p-u-s-b-a-g, which I presume is her new
pet name for me. She so wants me, the coy minx.

(Bill Muse) @ruminate.com

Posted by Bittle at October 21, 2005 08:26 AM