A love note to my right hand (humor masks my dissapointment with things)
I'm sorry I have forgotten all about you you wonderful right hand. You just give, give and give and ask nothing in return. No asking for hand jobs. No asking me to take shots in the mouth. No asking me to fuck you without a condom (I refuse to). No acting surprise when you wake up next to me in the morning (although that was funny). No going back out with your ex-girlfriend. No "we have to talk". No awkward moments. I'm sorry I said that I wouldn't need you anymore, I was wrong.