Lies, falsehoods, and anything else you want to call it because in this life we are buried by it. Bull… or so I believe it is and how I wish I could speak of my own innocence but I’m not innocent; why is it people have to stick their noses…

Limerick.

Short tales.

Short tales.

What do women want… everything which equals money and that’s something I just don’t have. What does a bull want when facing a matador, that I cannot say but what happens to the bull? “Charge” this is what I’m doing and I’m only in the red…

There is only ONE good one.

Well my twisted version of the nursery rhyme…

It Like this…

Just something that popped into my head!!!

Why do we even make resolutions anyways? It’s stupid right?