we aren't friends yet. whenever i saunter past you in the aisle, i gravitate towards your brain cell murderings. you are the cherry red glow of desire! YOU SHALL SOON BE MINE!
Ahhhhhh, my old friend....fond memories of middle school. You, me, the Hardee's parking lot. I'm sorry how it ended....illicit forces were too strong an influence, as I forgot you in the fast lane outside the over-the-counter world. I'm older, wiser, have been around the block, and come back humbled that you may once again relieve what ails me. And I have to admit, I've been using Thera-flu....for shame, for shame..
me and robo go way back. ever since i screamed, "i fucking love robitussin," out of a moving car in downtown srq, things just haven't been the same. But, alas our star-crossed love affair was bound for doom when I woke up and remained fucked up by you for a week
