Feb 14, 2004 11:57
An ode to my little chocolate covered milk dud.
*ahem*
Every time I see your milkshake in the yard,
I hear myself sing.
Every time I see your pinstriped suit,
I hear myself sing.
Every time I think of your milk chocolate,
I hear myself sing.
Every time I see your sexy dance,
I can no longer sing.
*sigh*
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I love the way this fluorescent lighting bounces off your handsome green forehead...
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You haven't seen Gunner by any chance have you?
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There's somethin' very wrong here. Better go check to see if my baby Harmony is okay.
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