Well I Have Nothing To Lose So Why Not

Da fuck?

You can sign some stuff before the weding so the bitch won't get shit. Who said you have to marry her anyway? Just do like the saudi prince's do it, give her a yearly pay. that will keep her/them in line.

That's why you get a pre-nub.

Those are all penis exercise techniques..

Don't ask how I know.

Hmm...true, true...

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW.

PEGYM.

How unromantic.

When you marry a blond 20 year old with boobs the size of your head it's a must have.

I just want someone who likes me.

I dont know why, but I was bored and decided to start writing a poem. I doubt I would ever give it to her, but if you guys wanna help me finish it, be my guest.

When I sit in class I think of you
I love you so much
You have no clue
Your beautiful, silky hair I can only dream to touch

You are funny sweet and smart
Which makes me love thee with all my heart
Your smile makes even the saddest of people happy

That is as far as I got.

Yeah I know, I am pretty bad at writing poems.

A poem? I don't know, that sounds kind of...overdoing it.

I did say I was probably never going to give it to her...And the thought that I might be overdoing it is exactly the reason why.

edit: It still wouldnt be that bad to have just in case I ever do decide to go for broke.

A bit too free form for my taste but it is a poem never the less. Let's refrain from using love and maybe you should just recite something from Byron or Pablo Neruda. If you really want something original I'm sure you can find some artsy kid and pay him/her $5 to write something.

Sadly I dont have $5 lol.

edit: If you guys wanna help me change or revise it, I would appreciate it.

Hmm a poem that should be a last resort you don't want to be cheesy if you know what I mean.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. That's a sonnet of William Shakespeare you could try it but It's up to you. Just remember Shakespeare gets all the ladies.

Hmmm. I'll keep that one in mind. Thanks.

I hope it helps Shakespeare helped me get my first girlfriend. Thank god for Romeo and Juliet.

Lol. Funny thing is we just got done learning Shakespeare in English.

Try this one:It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost may be ten times found; by being ever kept is ever lost. 'Tis too cold a companion. Away with't! 'Tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin; virginity murders itself, and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese, consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by't. Out with't! Within ten year it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not much the worse. Away with't! 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying: the longer kept, the less worth. Off with't while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion, richly suited, but unsuitable, just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now. Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats drily. Marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet 'tis a withered pear! Will you anything with it?