The Deal
I'm posting something so I can get a massage. This was the agreement:
Katie: I want a massage.
Lindsay: You have to post something nice about me on livejournal and tell everyone how much you love me. Then, and only then, do you get a massage.
Katie:
I want a massage.
Lindsay: You have to post something nice about me on livejournal and tell everyone how much you love me. Then, and only then, do you get a massage.
Katie: Fine, I will do what you ask...for a massage.
Lindsay, I love you, even when you say I have nasty garlic breath and you push me away. Even in your disgust of me you are still beautiful. Sometimes when you're yelling at me, and there's a little bit of spit flying from your mouth, and some of it lands on me...even though I'm slightly thinking "ewww" I wont' wipe it off because it came from you. And something of your's is now apart of me.
You also have really top notch boobs.
CHEERS!
Katie: I want a massage.
Lindsay: You have to post something nice about me on livejournal and tell everyone how much you love me. Then, and only then, do you get a massage.
Katie:
I want a massage.
Lindsay: You have to post something nice about me on livejournal and tell everyone how much you love me. Then, and only then, do you get a massage.
Katie: Fine, I will do what you ask...for a massage.
Lindsay, I love you, even when you say I have nasty garlic breath and you push me away. Even in your disgust of me you are still beautiful. Sometimes when you're yelling at me, and there's a little bit of spit flying from your mouth, and some of it lands on me...even though I'm slightly thinking "ewww" I wont' wipe it off because it came from you. And something of your's is now apart of me.
You also have really top notch boobs.
CHEERS!