Saturday, August 2, 2008 11:06:02 PM GMT
Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when this used thong I found and bedazzled with gems brushes ever so gently against some boobs I guess it's hard to believe that one man could have a ponytail this sensitive and distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you I know my haiku's are freaking intense but even the words I made up to sound French don't express my feelings for your toilet parts I would show up for our pottery class dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache On a unicorn that shits your name in stars Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night One milkshake, two straws. Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night Don't I (Don't I) Sound so (Sound so) Sexy (Sexy) Echo (Echo.) Don't I (Don't I) Sound so (Sound so) Sexy (Sexy) Echo (Echo.) Release the doves!
