i don't poke smot so who the f, knows how much fliwer, is a single dam rip!
i think maybe i spoil g...
if u don't like how i fukin pack u... do it yourself... BYTCH!!!
i know... i... I'm not that brave.
here's how it really went:
yes, love... [translation: will this make my evening, end... happily? drop towel? smack ass? remind her what a lucky girl she is... some gals, get less than 3"... well, no, to answer ur question, but if i make it to 3... she'll get her 3"s; yeah... i wish for that, every 10 seconds, too]... did you say, 2carats, or one carat, twice? yes, my sweat apple struessel (?)... i believe i have... well, no, but if i look for them, in your stead... I'm sure i can find your furry sox... did you say, "grab the honey powder, corn starch and feathers"?. oh... maybe later? well, how bout if i go get you that chimichanga, 57 miles out? then the honey powder and one, feather? maybe? ok... brb [stomp stomp stomp... exceedingly, gental, door closure... stomp stomp... (scorpion, black widow)... fumbling through keys, coin, receipts, butts, condom wr... nm... wedding ring... (not mine)... "aha! fuego!"... fucking door slams... deep breath of filtered, carbon diox, tar, nicotine, modicum of air... sly and the family stone r rockin... louder!... garage opens... dust cloud, muted by showers of h2o and apparently, 20% higher, radioactive content...] .
takes a bow
thank u... thank u, very much!
and step back... step back... and bow; the boshido weigh!