If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me
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i remember that one time you and i got wasted and threw a last minute party with the assistance of a jar of mayonnaise, some hairspray, and a LOT of stick-on earrings.
oh. de night we made love your skin was so smooth and your hair was so soft. de night we made love the moon bent down and kissed to window outside of our mountain getaway. de night we made love you said you would love me forever and dat nothing would ever come between us.
I remember the day I had to bail you out of jail. You were still wearing that sexy habit. You'd been charged with selling crack to children while dressed as a nun. And as soon as you stepped out of your cell, you immediately got charged with aggravated assault, because you felt a fellow inmate pinch your ass and felt compelled to hit him with a chair. Closest thing you could find, though, was one of the wheely computer chairs. Then you and I made a speedy getaway down the hill in the wheely-chair. Wheeeeeee!
If only that one wheel had remained intact, we wouldn't have had to worry about our community service. We totally would have made it to Mexico on that thing.
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den, you broke my heart. dirty slut.
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