Mar 18, 2005 04:01
your eyes are like the patent leather shoes of my catholic friends in the sixth grade. hungry and exotic tell me tell me not understanding what you are here is a bulagrian candy that is good with cappuccino.
i make good cappuccino i say
where do you learn this thing you say .
i still have vodka and hops in my blood when i announce that i would sleep with you .my stilted moonwalk in embroidered shoes. i think it scared you. what sort of name is mario anyway?