i would want me and my future wife to sit beside me in my future classic convertable. a nice baby-blue with white-wall tires. we would ride in the dusk of early day. then would ask her to marry me. that is my fantasy, all this talk about sex, sex, is what everyone types, me on the other take it nice and slow, slow like my speed when i ride with my lady.
i have this story about this " photographer" this photographer is a man with a naughty past, to make it worst he is the one who takes photos of dead bodies...so one day on a another call. at the bottom of the cliff. a women about 30 years old, she has a note. a note of blame and hate, only this letter is ment for "david", starts that story about "BOO, in the night."
oh, i met her with a friend of mine, see, we went to this party and there she was, a nice female to talk to. and it went from there. was a fun week, went to a dane at 22 hops in downton and i took her home. oh and that story at the top, the dead girl at the bottom of the cliff is"davids" first girlfriend..