By Bill Toth ’11
I’m glad that when they made the alphabet, I and IÂ were put in the same place.
There’s no “I” in “menage a un,” but there is a “me.”
Is there a reflecting pool in my pocket? ‘Cuz I just fell in love with the image of myself in my pants.
What’s my sign?
How do I like my eggs in the morning? Preferably still as testicles.
I lost my virginity, can I have mine?
Nice shoes, wanna masturbate?
I wish I were E^x so I could lie tangent to my own curves.
There’s a party in my pants and I’m invited.
I look a lot like my next boyfriend.
