Pick you up at 4 Friday, but you can'tlook at me. Gotta stay anoymous. Oh, we gotta arm wrestle to.
Shucks. It is such a nice offer, but I have to decline since the joy of arm wrestling is being able to look into your eyes and seeing the agony of defeat.
Would offer to wear my polypropylene wrestlin mask, but that thing can lead to some weird shit.
You're such a treat, Anonymous. Thank you.
Now you have THAT image stuck in your head. Your Welcome.
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