I live in America with a pair of beat up Pumas.
About 3 years ago I forgot how to fart.
I'm always in the mood for makin' love.
Cause the girl I like is hard to find.
I went for a two hour run in the rain today.
I looked for you.
No luck.
I'll try again tonight.
Maybe when I meet you I'll remember how to fart.
Update
Just back from the corner store.
Thought I saw you there.
You looked at me the same way I thought I was looking at you.
You bought a pack of smokes and walked back to the bar.
I was one ahead and already in the car.
Too shy to gun you down.
No farts yet.
But we haven't properly met.
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I once thought the sky had fallen on my head...turns out it was just a REALLY fat child.
98% of teenagers can walk normally without running into walls. If you are one of the 2% that can't, copy and paste this into your signature.
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