Valentines Day is basically a day to romance your woman and give her thoughtful gifts and crap but why is there no special day us dudes? I think that day is... the Super Bowl.

Super Bowl Sunday is the day when a woman can show how much she really loves her man by giving him backrubs, cooking him various fatty fried foods and by tolerating his enthusiastic scratching, bummy friends, and by applauding his bodily echoes.

On Valentine's Day, we have to dress up for you girls by wearing nice shoes and the underwear without the yellow stains and stuff. So on Super Bowl Sunday, you should dress how WE want... in a cheerleading outfit.

On Valentine's Day, you want us to buy you sexy undergarments. Well on OUR "Valentine's Day", buy ussexy undergarments like, uh, shoulder pads. That would be cool.

On Valentine's Day, we have to get you a dozen roses. On Super Bowl Sunday, you should also give us a bouquet.

A beautiful 12 pack of Budweiser!

I think you girls are starting to catch on!

GIRLFRIEND: I wrote you a little poem. I hope it's not too sappy, but it's how I feel for you. Translated, of course.

This is a scorecard of our love, my honey-sweets...I promise to be with you through touchdowns and turnovers, slumps and streaks

I've loved you ever since the day you sacked my heart Our love was real from the beginning, we never got whistled for a False-Start.

Like winning the overtime coin-flip, I feel so lucky... To have drafted you in the 1st round, thank God you weren't sucky.

You're All-Pro, our life together is a laugher, this game is sealed. You make me feel like the Head Coach, because never again will I play the field.

You make me so happy, I do the touchdown dance... And during tonight's 2 minute-drill... you can have me in the 3-point stance.

Had to go the cock doc. You know, the urologist. The guy who graduated Medical School and decided to specialize in fondling my jammy and grapes. 

Now, you women are all used to going to the doctor and -- without hesitation -- spreading your legs to be groped and viewed. Us men ain't used to THAT! 

I was feeling my Balls. It was an ordinary Saturday night. I noticed one of 'em was larger than the other. Uh-oh. Last thing I got time for is nut cancer. So I did the prudent thing -- I waited just 3 weeks before I called a doctor.

But man, the doc wanted $100! Just to juggle my balls! Man, if I spend 100 units there BETTER be something wrong with me! 

But you know me, I'm Dirty. So I'm thinking WHO ELSE can perform this test. WHO ELSE knows what testicles should feel like? That's right. Hookers.

I could go to a prostitute and have her feel my nuts for just $20! What a bargain! She's groped more balls than any doctor, so she's pretty much an expert.

Then I start thinking, well I already had $100 budgeted... so... why not go to a $20 hooker and then get a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th opinion?! Genius!

I talked over this hooker-examination with some people I trust. And my Grandma made me realize that even though a prostitute can DRESS UP like a medical professional, she really lacks the proper training.

So I made an appointment with the cock doc. Now, before you go to the dentist, you know how you brush your teeth and floss really carefully? I'm wondering, does that same thinking apply  for visiting the urologist?

Now I'm in the office and the urologist is juggling and pushing and feeling. And he says, "You have a minor infection..." Then he's feeling my package some more and says, "Hmm, doesn't feel LIKE MUCH."

DUUUUUDE!!! I'm already un-com-for-table! I don't need you to tell me what my ex-girlfriends already know! So he's like, "THE INFECTION -- it doesn't feel like much."

Oh.

I'm standing with no pants. The cock doc is sitting on a  stool with his face all up in my shiznit. My natural reaction is to extend my arm and palm the back of his head. I had to catch myself -- "NO!! Do NOT get hard! Do NOT get hard!"

He prescribes me some antibiotics, looks up at me, and the man who has just seen me naked says softly, "Call me...."

DUUUUUDE!! What the HELL?

"CALL ME... if you have any further problems."

Oh.

Thankfully, I'm good now. And I got over my fear of having a man shuffle my grapes around. It was weird, but it was important that I do it to prove that I'm not gay and oh yeah, that I don't have nut cancer. 

He was a nice guy. As I was leaving he gave me a balloon and a kiss on the forehead.

He smelled nice. 

We're going out to dinner on Friday.

Did I mention that he smelled nice?

Strghtjcktgrl got me thinking how nice it is to get my dick wet and what I should look for in a good meat holder.So I am taking applications for a dirty sex slave. This is what I'm looking for....

*Big tits,if you don't have big tits I will take small ones.

*2 or more nipples

*One hot to luke warm vagina

*Ability to breath through nose for a long period of time

*Some teeth

*No facial hair(beards tickle my balls)

*Loves the cock

*Loves to talk dirty to Dirty

*Likes it when I fart while she sucks on my meat rod

*Does a funny voice when I put my nuts on her forehead

*Is totally willing to be tied up and locked in my basement

*Condoms are for gay people only

I'm Dirtysanchez and I'm starting without you.

strghtjcktgrl69@yahoo.com.I am intrested in sitting on your face.My name is not important you can just call me your fuck toy for now,i saw your profile today and got so wet I slid right out of my chair,i would like to know if your dick is as freakishly large as I hear it is,and i want you to send an email to my email address so i can give you my picture for you to Beat your meat rod to.Here is my email address (strghtjcktgrl69@yahoo.com) i believe we can move from here.I am waiting for you to mail to my email address above so we can meet up and I can bang you like a screen door in a hurricane.Mr.Dirty just Remeber the length or thickness of your cock does not matter as long as its long and fat.Your Love Miss SJG! Anyone else get this shit?I think it be time for a FUCK sandwich!

I've never used sex toys. Unless you count the time I was 13 years old and masturbated to Teela. Okay, I didn't really yankee my spanky to Teela. But I did create a highly perverted story of her getting gangbanged by He-Man, Skeletor, and Optimus Prime.

Isn't that every girl's dream? To be banged by

- A steroid-using freak whose best friend is an Orko

- A guy who hasn't gotten laid in so long his whole BODY is blue and by a

- Robot/truck?

That's all you need to know about the differences between men and women, right there. As children, girls dress up dolls for their wedding while boys smash their toys together in a violent orgy. That's why as kids, boys don't let girls play with them. Because they will ruin our violent, perverted fun!

And girls refuse to let boys play because they will disrupt the tea party with shooting and humping.

One time my mom made me play with a girl at her house. This is what happened:

Girlie Doll 1: Thank you attending my banquet!

G.I. Joe: I am here to discuss a peace settlement.

Girlie Doll 2: Would you like a biscuit?

G.I. Joe: I'd like a pizza.

Girlie Doll 1: You can't have pizza at a banquet, silly goose!

G.I. Joe: What did you call me?!! That's it! I'm calling for back-up!

I dump 12 soldiers, 2 tanks, and a large panther on the table.

Girlie Doll 2: Oh, more guests! Welcome to our --

G.I. Joe: Attack!!!!!

I make furious laser shooting sounds, spit flying everywhere. The tanks knock over the tea cups. The panther is humping everything he can get his paws on.

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHM!!!! Make him STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!! He's humping and shooting!

My mom: Play nice! No humping and shooting!

I've never used sex toys because it makes me feel weird. I know it shouldn't. It's totally normal for a man and woman who love each other to enhance the sexual experience with devices that look like a rocket ship... and then plug it into both the wall and the vagina.

Sex toys would make me feel inadequate. It ruins the illusion that I am a total stud. Sure, I know I make love like a disabled monkey having back spasms... but my girl makes me feel like I'm the world's greatest lover.

Anyway, it's better that she doesn't have orgasms all the time. Or else she might get addicted to sex and she'd stop going to work to have sex all the time. That would be very bad for the economy. That's why I don't use sex toys. To protect the American Way of Life. Female orgasms are for Communists!

A lot of guys get caught --- staring at other women when out with their girlfriend.

And to those guys I say, if you VALUE your relationship, youll simply stop getting caught.

Because us men MUST look at every woman. In a split-second we think things like, Hell yeah, only in the dark, get her on an exercise bike and get me a six-pack, "hmm, yes BUT I wouldnt tell my friends, cute face, nice Spongebob Bookbag, no! Dont want to go to jail!

It is foul and it is base but it is true. This is the nature of Man. We can see 8,945 excuse me46 pairs of snuggle-bubbles and still be curious as to how the next bims look. We are all programmed to be pre-verts. We want to see more, more, MORE! This explains the rate at which hard drive storage space has increased.

But as men, we MUST at least TRY to give our women enough respect that we dont glare at another girls globes in her presence! It is a difficult task but not impossible. 

Whenever a hot bim walks by, quickly think about something else like I wonder if Judge Judy and Judge Joe Brown hang out. Or, I wonder whats another word for Thesaurus. Or maybe, I wonder if Dr. Phil uses Turtlewax on his forehead.

BUT, if you ARE caught you must NEVER admit to the wrong-doing. The truth would hurt her feelings. And you dont want to see her cry, right? She says, Were you just staring at the waitress? Do NOT say, you mean the one with huge rack? Noooooooo! 

Instead say, No, I think you have something in your hair. 

She will becomes so self-conscious she will forget about the whole thing and immediately leave to go the Ladies Room to check. 

Perfect! Because when shes gone you can safely stare at seductively super Snocones all ya like! 

Please Note: this little trick only works once per date. She's gonna catch on if every two seconds youre like, Staring? NO! You have a  piece of lettuce in your teeth. Staring? No! Something dangling off your nose. Staring? No! Zit on your forehead cold sore on your lip eye-booger dandruff littleitty-bitty chin hair."

Never hold a grudge. Hold a hammer. It's a lot more intimidating.

Choose your partner wisely. I mean, you probably have so many options, right? That's why you keep calling your ex-girlfriend, right? To tell her all about your countless other options.

 Don't confuse sex with love. Sex is best to be confused with trust.

 communicate your needs. Your partner can not read your mind! Your partner is barely listening to you when you SPEAK... and you expect him or her to listen to what you DON'T speak?

 Seriously, you must communicate your needs. Except if your needs include another man's penis in your butt.

 View yourselves as a team. Preferably a SWAT Team where you blow up stuff and shoot bad guys. Because that's pretty cool.

 Okay, really, think of yourselves as a team. And just like any team, there is a Most Valuable Player. That's you, girl. How long can you go on picking up the slack for his slumping bench-warming ass?

Don't be selfish, because there's no "I" in team.  And after Stacy left me, there's no I in Stacy. 

 The value of a team is your differences: She's monogamous; you're cheating on her. You know it; she doesn't. Value those differences!

NEVER go to sleep angry. ALWAYS have sex angry. It's better that way. Trust me.

 Talk with your partner about your concerns and fears, as well as your hopes and dreams. This will make it easier for your partner to use them against you when you break-up.

 Learn to negotiate. This will come in handy during your divorce.

 Learn to compromise. After all, compromising is what made you settle for this person in the first place.

 Listen. Truly listen to your partner's concerns and complaints without judgment. Just like

Jesus would do. And Jesus deserves a back rub, don't you think?

  Look at things from your partner's perspective as well as your own. That's why I want to

put a mirror above the bed. It's not about sex it's about INTIMACY!!!

 Take a long-range view. Bail.

 Apologize. Even if you didn't do anything wrong... yet.

 Recognize that all relationships have their ups and downs. It's like riding a rollercoaster. At first you feel excited. Then nauseous. Then it's suddenly over. You walk around feeling stunned. You look at a picture of the ride. Then you find yourself waiting and waiting until you can get back on.

 Maintain self-respect and self-esteem. Yours, not your partner's. Build them up too much and they'll leave you for someone better.

 Enrich your relationship by bringing in new interests from outside the relationship. Like that hot 21 year old intern from the office.

 It's unrealistic to expect one person to meet all of your needs in life. This is why you must sleep around.

  Understand that love is not absolute. Nothing is forever. Except Herpes. At least you'll always have that.

 Evaluate your potential partners as you would a friend. Look at their character, values, and their spirit. Then disregard all of it... just like with your worthless friends.

Okay really, don't confuse sex with love. And don't confuse your regular coffee for Folgers instant crystals. And please don't confuse the clitoris with a lima bean. 

  Know your needs and speak up for them clearly. That dildo isn't going to magically plug your mouth without crystal clear communication.  (Beforehand.)

 Sex is easy but intimacy requires honesty, openness and self-disclosure. Talk about your concerns, fears, sadness, as well as hopes and dreams. That should kill the mood. 

  Have empathy. Listening to your partner opens the door to confiding... a door that opens the gates to Vagina Town.

 A marriage is an agreement to spend your future together. Compare your dreams to make sure you're both on the same path. Update your dreams regularly as she shoots them down.  

It's easier for someone to love you when you love yourself. Love yourself as often as possible depending upon your Internet connection.

When you meet someone special, don't be afraid to let her into your heart. In the end, you won't be sorry. Unless she's a stingray.

It was another Happylifetime , and I was tired of being a NutGobbler . So I saw Miss strghtjcktgrl standing behind the Meatlocker on the corner of Eastside_Dave and Grimey ave. and I whipped out my baddozer and whispered, "Hey CarGirl , how'd you like to suck on the_big_bad for Thug_life ?" Well, she immediately went down on my AWFULJACKASS , it was like pure sindicate . I couldn't help but grab her delicious CamoToe .It was all I could do to hold back the DrunkBitch as my ugdork went up her tight little Platypuss and she started to scream: "ihategingers ,ihategingers !" Soon she was fondling my danzig and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my White_Chocolate all over her and give her a taste of the old bohankeeton . She asked if I was into the dirtysanchez but I said, "Hey shesuhfake , no kinky stuff"-- and then I said, "Look, you littleBitchOnAStick ! How bout you be a nasty lil' masterbaiter8 , While I tell you how UrMomWazGr8. She screamed, "Oh, HunterDad , you're better than theLive101Proof !" as I rammed my snowmonkey up her bluenote...um I mean rednote67. Well, I was givin' it to her hard and fast ,She started telling me how fat my Gnome was. I all most poopinmypants but instead I busted my nut on her forehead. With my baby gravy running down her cheek,,she asked me if she was the best I have ever had.I said "Sorry baby....the best cock sucker I have ever seen was ebaum.

Met a nice girl. Real sweet. We like, made out and stuff. I think her name was Jessica or something.

Cool.

I call her to talk and to firm up our tentative plans for the weekend. I wanted to keep the conversation short because we had spoken for 20 minutes the night before and I don't want her to think I'm about to be her next boyfriend.

Nothing against that. But, c'mon, I haven't even sampled her Fun Dip yet!

I'm in no rush to get to the Fun Dip, but I'm not going to give a girl all my time until I know the Fun Dip is uh, fun.

You know what I mean? Because some girls take all the fun out of the Fun Dip. It's like you're at the pool... yay! But then there's this big sign listing all the Rules & Regulations: No Diving, No Running, No Splashing, No Peeing.

Some of these lame girls should post a similar sign in their bedrooms:

Bedroom Rules & Regulations:

- No hair pulling - No outfits - No I won't swallow - No commenting on the action, no matter how hot, wet, or tight it may be - No unsportsmanlike conduct such as excessive celebrating in the End Zone - Keep quiet, some people are trying to pretend that you are their ex-boyfriend Carlos - Please observe the strict 10 minute time limit so I don't miss CSI: Miami - Hurry up - Get it over with

Anyway, back to the point...

I call the girl and it's cool. She's really easy to talk to... and when I say "talk to" I mean "listen to." Because she will not pause long enough to allow me to say anything! She's talking non-stop. At one point I got confused because I wasn't sure if I was on the phone or listening to AM radio.

I was expecting there to be a break for a traffic and weather report.

I don't know what she loves more: the sound of her own voice, or the sound of me listening.

Now I'm thinking, "How can I get off the phone gracefully?" I don't want to hurt this girl's feelings.

Then I hear it... a natural out!

HER: So for dinner on Tuesday night, I ate chicken salad...

ME: Wow, you're making me hungry! I'm gonna go out and grab some food. It was great talking to you.

HER: Oh. Okay. Get something healthy because my aunt eats so unhealthy and she wonders why she...

Dammit!

This happened 7 times. 7 times I had a graceful way to end the conversation and 7 times she sucked me right back in it!

Now I'm getting desperate.

ME: I gotta go! The house is on fire!

HER: Oh my God!!!! That reminds me of the time I got sun burnt at the beach. I should've worn an SPF 30 but I was like, ya know, maybe 15 will be okay and...

I was so bored I started keeping a list of...

TOPICS COVERED: * the Third Eye Blind concert she almost went to in 1999 * her co-worker Tracy is a real bitch * her dad really enjoys eating avocado * her dog has a cold

Ninety minutes later... I can finally hang up.

Holy crap! 90 minutes? What am I? A teenager?

Now, I've had GREAT conversations with girls that last an hour or more... but during this conversation I spoke for a grand total of 5 minutes. In football they keep stats on Time of Possession. I lost that battle 85-5.

So now I take a deep breath and as I slowly exhale to relax... my phone indicates a text message.

It's her.

She continues the conversation.

Apparently there was something she forgot to say.

Most of you out there are thinking I'm going to break my date with this girl. And you'd be 100% wrong.

Do you realize how much time I've invested in this girl? All I have to say is that the sex had better be amazing.

So where should I take her on the date? I have the perfect place. The movies. Because she can't talk there.

If somehow this goes past 1 date... I will ONLY take her to places where it is impossible to talk.

HER: The movie was awesome! Where are we going now?

ME: The library.

Then I'll take her to a really, really loud heavy metal concert.

The plan is for a Saturday night do-it.

Foreplay to the Do-it:

ME: Go down on me.

HER: You like that, huh?

ME: It's okay. But it's mainly to keep you from talking.

HER: You're funny!

ME: Imagine how funny I am when I'm joking!

Making sweet intercourse:

ME: I want to see how kinky you can get.

HER: Oooh! I like to get naughty. You want me to discipline me?

ME: Something like that. I want to role-play.

HER: I love that! I have a nurse's outfit!

ME: No. We're going to play hostage. Sit down in this chair. I'll get the duct tape.

HER: For my wrists?

ME: For your mouth.

HER: You're funny!

ME: Imagine how funny I am when I'm joking!

Dear Stupid Hoes-Bag Who Cock-Blocked Me Last Night,

Why can't you mind your own fucking business? Really. You see I'm working game on your friend here. Leave us alone. We're trying to enjoy the inside of each others faces.

I've worked really hard. REALLY hard all night making conversation with your friend. I've listened to her boring stories about her cat, about her family. I've nodded my head in agreement with every stupid opinion she has let roll out of her pretty little mouth. And I think I remember her name.

So what is your fucking problem?

Are you mad that I didn't choose YOU to bless with my penis? Well, I got news for you: You didn't just cock-block ME, you cock-blocked.... yourself. Because I was totally gonna let you eat the backside of my balls while I jammed your hotter-looking friend.

It's not like I ignored you. I involved you in the conversation. I even brought up what would appear to your favorite topic -- food.

Your friend here WANTS to hook up with me. She's giving me the googly eyes. The bar is closing. So why don't you just hop your sloppy ass in a cab and go home so you can bury your face in a pint of Ben & Jerry's.

Your words burn in my brain, "She's coming with me."

Yeah, okay. See, your friend, whatshername, is trying to get some dick tonight. Why won't you allow this to happen? You think you are protecting her. But you are only delaying the inevitable. Your friend is a slut. You know this. Let her express her sluttitude with me instead of the next guy tomorrow night.

Admit it. You don't have your friend's best interests at heart. You are jealous. If only I had a competent wing man to stuff your face full of fried chicken, you'd be happy as a pig in whatever-the-hell it is pigs like you like to roll around in.

Listen, I have only the best intentions with your friend, whatsherface. I intend to make love to her throat. Then her hoo-ha. Then I will make a half-hearted attempt at putting it in her butt -- just to see if she'll let me. Then, the next morning, I will ask for her hand in marriage.

See, this is true love. Can't you understand that? Or is the only love you understand involve an infatuation with chocolate glazed doughnuts?

So I hope you're happy now. Two consenting adults will both be denied the pleasure of humping because of you.

I hope Freddy Krueger finger-bangs you in your sleep.

I hope you die alone in a pool of your own vomit and sewer rats gnaw the skin off your cheeks.

I hope McDonald's denies you service.

You're the dumb bitch who thinks that your hot friend "steals" all the guys from you. No. Here is the truth: The guys talk to you first to GET TO your hot friend. It's not as if they were interested in you at the start and then your hot friend had to convince them otherwise. They were NEVER interested in you!

Next time, go with the flow. Let me have sex with your friend and I'll let you into the bedroom not only to watch... but to participate! Every time I feel like I'm about to "bust my nut," I will call for you to crawl out of the closet so I can look at you. This will allow me to last longer. Forever, maybe.

And while I would never allow you to swallow my beautiful semen, I might, just might permit you to sniff the head of my manhood after I unplug it from your friend's butt.

Then we'll all go out to sing karaoke!

Sincerely yours,

The Guy Trying to Get Some from Your Friend

Imagine this... you have two penises. And now you are about to marry the woman of your dreams. Do you chop down your extra cherry tree?

This 24-year-old dude in India is doing just that! He wants to surgically remove his "bonus" penis so he can marry and live a "normal" sexual life.

WHY?!!! Why be "normal" when you can be outstanding?!

The Times of India reports that the dude has an extremely rare medical condition called penile duplication or diphallus. And we're not talking about 1 penis plus a non-functioning nub-penis. He's got 2 fully-working wankers! We're talking about double-barrel shotgun action here!

Diphallus is known to occur among one in 5.5 million men.

That means in New York City, there are about 2 guys walking around with a spare jammy in their underpants! Ladies? For you this is like hitting the Lottery! Ding Ding Ding!! You won TWO Ding-a-lings!

I think when they remove the penis, they should donate it to someone under-privileged and under-penised. Like a poor transgendered person or something.

I can't believe this guy wants to put his salami under the deli slicer! He could be the next famous Calvin Klein underwear model. You know those huge ads they have in Times Square? Well everyone is so used to seeing some dude in his underwear... you need something different to make people stop to pay attention to your ad. EVERYONE will do a double-take and be like, "Is that? No. Could it be? No way!!"

A guy with 2 dicks? It's not fair! I mean, I ONLY have 1! The original newspaper report only said that he had 2 penises. It didn't say WHERE the other penis was located. For all we know it could be on his knee and he looks like a telephone pole.

I WISH I had 2 penises! That would be so cool! You could do a girl in her in butt and vagina at the same time!

And another thing about having 2 penises is that you can pee on her and cum on her AT SAME TIME. This is R Kelly's dream!

Man, having 2 dicks is so fucking awesome! I could pee in 2 urinals at once. And I could pee my name AND your name in the snow! Or I could pee in different fonts!

I think it would be cool if he named his 2 penises. Like Hard & Sticky or Milli & Vanilli. It's cool to have 2 wieners and all but when the penises touch each other... that's gay. But wouldn't it suck if each penis was only 2 inches long? My thinking is that the dude does NOT want to remove his bonus penis. The future WIFE wants one jammy removed because it's twice as much work for her during oral sex.  

REASONS WHY HE SHOULD KEEP BOTH PENISES* Because 2 heads are better than 1 * So he can become the greatest porn star on Earth

This will spawn an entire category of porn not seen since the advent of inter-racial anal Asian midget sex!

Or maybe he's getting one penis removed but he will re-attach it later... to the original penis. So now both of his penises will be sewn together to create 1 super long Frankenpenis.  

WHY DID HE DO IT?

Probably because he was tired of jerking off like he was milking a cow's udders. Now here's an important question: Does he have 4 balls or 2 balls?

Like 1 ball per penis? 2 nut bags? Or maybe he has 1 giant Santa Claus sack o' nuts.

The dude is 24. You gotta wonder: Why didn't his parents remove 1 of his penises when he was a child?

Mom gives birth and the doctor sees double-trouble down there.

DAD: Sweet!

MOM: Let's have them remove it.

DAD: No! Son, you will able to accomplish what I never could... he needs to keep it. He's got a back up dick! Maybe this guy is our genetic future?

Is HE the next stage in the evolutionary process?

Well, Mom, Sunday is Mother's Day, and I miss you even more than I can ever say.I count the short time you have been gone, but it feels like a thousand years. My heart cries, my tears flow and the sorrowful pain is released from the depths of my being.Yet it is still comforting to me; knowing this sorrowful pain is nurtured from the very greatest love I have ever shared from the beginning of my days.

I want you to know how thankful I am for having you for a Mom. You were the most unselfish of mothers, truly giving and understanding to all four of us, and to the many more children besides your own. Yet, you always did know exactly what to say and do.I have always thought God gave mothers "the gift" in this regard so that all goes well within the universe a child is born. In Heaven, all the roses are white; there are no tears.Truly the pain of not having you here with me is awful to know, I can hardly bear it. My Mom, and My Mother for Always. Love, your Son.

12/27/1952-11/27/2008

God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.

He knew you were suffering, He knew that you were in pain. He knew that you would never,Get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb, So He closed your weary eyelids, And whispered, "Peace be thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you, But you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, The day God called you home.