You called the wrong number.
Tell me about it. I have had happy dreams about this jocund occasion every night. And morning.
I am currently writing my poetry for you. I would turn this message kinky and tell you what I was wearing, but alas, I have far too much respect for you, my lass.
For even if if the skies turned grey
I would not cry;
let the world end and wither away,
as long as we can be together- you and I.
I cannot be coy, maybe a tear will drop
A tear of joy, wishing that our lives will never stop
You have no idea how stoked I was. It was like sending my grade 8 crush a Facebook friend-request (and having it confirmed) all over again
Hello? It looks like I am your only friend...how sad!
the Chief Old D'oh
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