I like CANDY. Sweet, tasty, convenient. Sometimes I'll just get in my car at a noticed whim and drive. Destination CANDY!!

I can't say enough about CANDY.

But still probably not good for you, can get expensive for a guy like me (who throws nickels around like they're man hole covers).  

I like to ****, I like to lick, it's all good with CANDY.
CANDY, CANDY, more CANDY
.

Willoughby life rule #43

If your at one of those weird parties in one of those progressive

towns full of people hard to identify gender wise.
  
Go ahead and do the reach around and grab their ***.

If they slap you it's a woman,  if they punch you it's a man.


Look for other Willoughby life rules coming soon!

Now that I've got your attention, hear this!
I don't want you to like me, love me, or follow me. It means squat.
But by God you better respect me!  
Willoughby is the name!
I bought some of the SUNS that you hand out when you like a poem. I thought you had to buy some to get on the site. They won't take them back.  Hey I'm an old man I get confused easily.   Don't you disrespect me!
Any way I will hand them out the next few months to any poems  that I like and respect. Ah, now I'm the one with the power to pick and choose the approximate....apliccabel.  What's that word...appro.,,aaaaaaaawhat ever!!!!!!!!!!!!  I pick the ones that I think rite.
Don't you disrespect me!!!

We all make mistakes.
My dad's gardener was named Jesus. So I asked him if he  came back to save our souls. He said no comprende, he didn't understand.
So I crucified him.
Buried his *** under the Rose bush. The next year my dad had grown award winning roses on that spot where I buried Jesus.  
It was a mistake on my part.
I should have buried him under the peach tree. That ******* tree hasn't produced a good crop in years.
  You live and learn.

Question:  What's the most disgusting thing humans do almost every day?

Answer: Have bad thoughts about other people.

What did you think the answer was going to be?

"I'm gonna eat your ****!" I declared.
Afterward I asked her why she called her macaroni and chili dish, ****.
She said she didn't want anyone to have high expectations of her cooking abilities.
Later that week she invited me up for a pile of steaming crap.
Which turned out to be braised chicken in a garlic sauce.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,......
.....stack, stack, stack, stack, stack.....chop,chop, chop, chop, chop....  stack, stack, stack, stack.....
HEY!!!
  What are you doing here??
There's nothing here to see but an old man chopping fire wood and stacking it. 
 Heard tell it's gonna be a cold winter.
Colder than a witches ***. 
 You don't need to be here for this boring, repetitive, chore of mine.
Run along.
I'm sure you can find something better to do.  
And let me get back to my work,
Thank you very much.  
Chop,chop,chop,chop,chop.....stack, stack, stack, stack ....chop, chop, chop, chop, ...etc...etc...