If you were hitchhiking and i picked you up, our conversation would probably go like this...
J: Where you going? N: Hi , could you please drive me to _________. J: Where is that? N: How far you going? J: Oh i am going to __________, hop in. N: Make out with me. J: What?
As we make out you bite my lip and all that and then sneak your hand towards MY BACK POCKET and steal my wallet. But to your surprise it is a decoy and my wallet is really a camera. you open it and ::flash:: i steal your picture and drop you on the side of the road. Months later. I am eating dinner and i take out the picture and tell the story of how i picked up a hitchhiker and she tried to rob me when we were making out. How your lips were the softest lips i ever kissed and how your eyes looked wonderful when so close to mine. They lose color and coherence but i paint them from memory and cannot describe them with words. I look at the picture and smile and think about Charlton Heston playing a Mexican district attorney and Hank Quinlan with his game leg. tap tap..
hate to tell you but i'd never hitchhike, let alone make out with a stranger. i dig your opinion on my eyes and lips though that was sweet. if i did however meet you this way and all of that happened my thoughts after i got out of the car would probably be something along the lines of wow he's got some nice cheekbones that, that (hey look the same words next to each other!!) scruff complements very nicely, i gotta find more sexy guys to give me rides in cars that will let me kiss them, preferably they need to be about 5'11" have blue eyes dirty blonde hair scruff anorexic cheekbones have sleeves on both arms and of course they have to drive a jeep and be named josh moore.
love, love, love you.
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J: Where you going?
N: Hi , could you please drive me to _________.
J: Where is that?
N: How far you going?
J: Oh i am going to __________, hop in.
N: Make out with me.
J: What?
As we make out you bite my lip and all that and then sneak your hand towards MY BACK POCKET and steal my wallet. But to your surprise it is a decoy and my wallet is really a camera. you open it and ::flash:: i steal your picture and drop you on the side of the road. Months later. I am eating dinner and i take out the picture and tell the story of how i picked up a hitchhiker and she tried to rob me when we were making out. How your lips were the softest lips i ever kissed and how your eyes looked wonderful when so close to mine. They lose color and coherence but i paint them from memory and cannot describe them with words. I look at the picture and smile and think about Charlton Heston playing a Mexican district attorney and Hank Quinlan with his game leg. tap tap..
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