Emily and I have decided that since we are getting married it is time to move on to the next phase of our lives...you know the one...the more mature phase where we go to bed at 9pm, start wearing granny-panties, and get rid of the dirty-word poetry magnets on our fridge. Ahhh...how I will miss the endless hours spent staring at the fridge in my thong, late at night, writing filthy poetry. Here are just a few of my favorites.
ODE TO EMILY
YOU SAY PENIS - I SAY VAJAY-JAY
THE ORAL EXAM
STRAPPING IT ON
Oh...dirty-word poetry magnets....