And Now We Return to Our Regular Broadcast
Begging your pardon, Ma’am, but I blame my friends for firing me up tonight.
Not that I’m ashamed, mind you.
I just want to be clear about the motivational energies at play inside my universe.
Anyways, here I am. Having moved from the stoop to the outback picnic table of what can only be considered now as Romantically Charged.
The mosquitoes hate me because they keep trying to land on me, but can’t.
If I had any more bug spray on me I’d be shaped like a can.
Which I’m not.
Definitely shaped like a decent sized and very huggable human male with all his right parts in all of the right places.
And I may not be perfect, but I do think I’m excellent, even if I do say so myself.
Not that I’m ashamed, mind you.
I just want to be clear about the motivational energies at play inside my universe.
Anyways, here I am. Having moved from the stoop to the outback picnic table of what can only be considered now as Romantically Charged.
The mosquitoes hate me because they keep trying to land on me, but can’t.
If I had any more bug spray on me I’d be shaped like a can.
Which I’m not.
Definitely shaped like a decent sized and very huggable human male with all his right parts in all of the right places.
And I may not be perfect, but I do think I’m excellent, even if I do say so myself.
