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😪
You go down to the pickup station,
craving warmth and beauty;
You settle for less than fascination --
a few drinks later you're not so choosy.
And the closing lights strip off the shadows
on this strange new flesh you've found --
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
you hurry to the blackness
and the blankets to lay down an impression
and your loneliness.
-- Joni Mitchell
🤓
My friend has a baby. I'm writing down all the noises he makes so
later I can ask him what he meant.
-- Steven Wright
🤑
I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life, particularly if he
has income and she is pattable.
-- Ogden Nash
😩
You have a strong appeal for members of your own sex.
😗
[upon learning that Meg is dating a nudist]
Lois: Now Meg, there's no need to get testes. I mean testy. Nuts. I mean crap.
😬