Like tap dancing on the edge of a finely honed spork
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Dear Boyfriend of the Doo-Doo Head Variety,
I am touched by the lovely Valentine card you recycled from last year sent me. Words cannot accurately express how I feel about you. I tried to write you a poem, but I could not think of anything that rhymes with douche. Perhaps a love song is more appropriate.