Please put me in your pocket.
I bet it's warm in there.
I bet it's safe.
Your pocket is a wonderland.
Your pocket is like a veteran, all-pro offensive line,
Feet well-planted in pass protection.
I won't cause any trouble,
I swear, I have no sharp objects
In my own pockets,
Nothing that will prod you
Overmuch.
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Isn't that a John Mayer song?
Your pocket is a wonderland
How long before we get the love poem to Madden 2005?
Thank you for picking up the reference, Inspektor!
I only have Madden 2004, and what I feel for that cannot be contained by mere poetry.
OK, smartypants. My conspiracy bent on world domination is better than your comspiracy bent on world domnination. Although I sure would rather be dominated by Tyra Banks than Dick Cheney.
Domnination. Abominiableable.
Oops. Wrong thread. I'm leaving it 'cause I think it's funnier here.
I'm not really sacred at all, frankly. I like how Nixon said it was the faggiest thing you ever saw.
You should watch Secret Honor. It puts an interesting spin on Nixon and the Grove.
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