Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Brown Eyes and Blonde Hair

Yesterday I was having a conversation with this guy, let's call him Bob. I want to touch him in the worst way. He is delightful. He asks me questions. He has flippy outy soccer hair and kind of looks like Dana Carvey and he's older so I imagine that he thinks that I'm still fresh and young. He was telling me about this lady who wants to be his girlfriend and how he wants nothing to do with her. Somehow I got the feeling that he was trying to tell me the same thing. I still love him. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Smooch, smooch, smooch.

Barren Von Ovaries

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