Promiscuity Turns Sex Into A Sport, Like

Trust, But Look For The Exits.

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.

Talk About Yourself As Much As You Like, But Do Not Expect Others To Listen.

Well-behaved: He Always Speaks As If His Mother Might Be Listening.