I am a drunken poet (a damn good one)

Me:	a poem for a friend...I rhink of you when I am drunk and I wonder whyyou don't smell like a skunk. I wish I could put you in a trunk...but not in a creepy way you nunk? It's not 10 o'clock but hens like chalk. That rhymes. A poem. you're welcome.
Me:	Now it's 11:37 and I feel like I'm in heaven. Playing Diablo 3 like I'm livin in a tree. Eating cheddar ruffles let's all do the truffle shuffle.
Me:	Word.
Me:	Thank you auto correct you save me like a net. I wish wr could've met and made a hefty bet.
Me:	Word.