. . . then the bruises wane while the drinking waxes. . . You look around and wonder what it is your doing here. You look at me and hate the stinking perfume I put on and that dumb way I say car wash- Boom. I tripped into the door frame, again. But I love you baby, never change. I'll call it the cleaners and go back to musk.
4 Comments:
. . . then the bruises wane while the drinking waxes. . . You look around and wonder what it is your doing here. You look at me and hate the stinking perfume I put on and that dumb way I say car wash- Boom. I tripped into the door frame, again. But I love you baby, never change. I'll call it the cleaners and go back to musk.
well-done anonymous. this is the funniest comment anyone has left in awhile. I love blog.
my fish has lice. oh, poo.
Hey everybody- the comment section of this post is turning into a clearinghouse on crazy. Anybody else have something insane to share?
Post a Comment
<< Home