You: Redheaded LC PunkMe: Wishing you'd holiday with me in Cambodia
You: Have the average number of tits.Me: Pretty ok with that.
You: Counting your chest hairs.Me: Counting the stairs to your bedroom.
You: Tattooed dovecote barista.Me: Let's bone.
You: Theatrical ChicagoanMe: Want some of your tender-lovin kisses
You: Rabbit driver from SeattleMe: Wanna make like the bunnies do.
You: My vibrator's batteries.Me: Pissed off.
You: Pretending flirtatious you-caught-my-eyes are about you.Me: Writing about myself.
You: dressed as Captain America last week.You: are way hotter than Chris Evans.
You: Winning three consecutive cross country Northwest Conference titles.Me: Not caring.
ouch bro
Thanks for your opinion, make sure to look for your YCME this Friday!- JS
You: highly attractive social theorist.Me: wanna max your weber all night long
You: make a mean sandwichMe: thinking we would make a better one
You: bringing sexy back.Me: please return it to where you foun it.
You: shy boy growing facial hair.Me: want a moustache ride.
You: giving off some funky vibes.Me: I think we had a failure to communicate. Date night?
You: smokin' lady livin' in platt.Me: stop it, you'll get cancer.
You: lovely lady in Stewart.Me: you're beautiful, just thought you should know that.
You: delectableMe: omnomnomnomnom
You: asked me what my sign was.Me: stop.
You: cycling enthusiast.Me: how bout you ride me one of these days?
You: need to get over yourself.Me: I can lend you a stepladder.
You: Red-orange mushroom hair and socially awkward.Me: 我要你。
You: A shawtyMe: Wanna go grout-fishin in America
You: Redheaded LC Punk
ReplyDeleteMe: Wishing you'd holiday with me in Cambodia
You: Have the average number of tits.
ReplyDeleteMe: Pretty ok with that.
You: Counting your chest hairs.
ReplyDeleteMe: Counting the stairs to your bedroom.
You: Tattooed dovecote barista.
ReplyDeleteMe: Let's bone.
You: Theatrical Chicagoan
ReplyDeleteMe: Want some of your tender-lovin kisses
You: Rabbit driver from Seattle
ReplyDeleteMe: Wanna make like the bunnies do.
You: My vibrator's batteries.
ReplyDeleteMe: Pissed off.
You: Pretending flirtatious you-caught-my-eyes are about you.
ReplyDeleteMe: Writing about myself.
You: dressed as Captain America last week.
ReplyDeleteYou: are way hotter than Chris Evans.
You: Winning three consecutive cross country Northwest Conference titles.
ReplyDeleteMe: Not caring.
ouch bro
DeleteThanks for your opinion, make sure to look for your YCME this Friday!- JS
DeleteYou: highly attractive social theorist.
ReplyDeleteMe: wanna max your weber all night long
You: make a mean sandwich
ReplyDeleteMe: thinking we would make a better one
You: bringing sexy back.
ReplyDeleteMe: please return it to where you foun it.
You: shy boy growing facial hair.
ReplyDeleteMe: want a moustache ride.
You: giving off some funky vibes.
ReplyDeleteMe: I think we had a failure to communicate. Date night?
You: smokin' lady livin' in platt.
ReplyDeleteMe: stop it, you'll get cancer.
You: lovely lady in Stewart.
ReplyDeleteMe: you're beautiful, just thought you should know that.
You: delectable
ReplyDeleteMe: omnomnomnomnom
You: asked me what my sign was.
ReplyDeleteMe: stop.
You: cycling enthusiast.
ReplyDeleteMe: how bout you ride me one of these days?
You: need to get over yourself.
ReplyDeleteMe: I can lend you a stepladder.
You: Red-orange mushroom hair and socially awkward.
ReplyDeleteMe: 我要你。
You: A shawty
ReplyDeleteMe: Wanna go grout-fishin in America