You are a euphoric type. You touch others with your humor, laughter and love. You radiate bliss and that is highly contagious. Your vitality flows through you and all who are lucky enough to know you. When one thinks of you, they automatically have to smile. Why?”
Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.
Well HE started it first! It’s not my fault that he cannot outrun a lawn mower They get that from YOU it could not have possibly come from my side of the family.
Here is your virtual greeting for the day … wait for it … Okay. Now get the —- off my lawn. If you cannot say something nice, then maybe it is time to be quiet.
Saturday morning at the Sports Bar, get there early before the good seats are gobbled up.
Closing my eyes I can clearly see your profile, you are such a lovely vision of beauty, swaying in the dim light of the room, you fill my world. I come close and feel your body pressed up next to mine, with my lips I trace the nap of your neck, and your fragrance excites my senses. Your scent drives me to the brink of consciousness. You smell so delicious I am on fire and I desire to consume myself with all that is you. Hopelessly I know that I am a prisoner of your love and affection.
Typing thru the pain is often a hard task, not only the physical pain, but the associated mental distractions that go along with it. You never know how much you count on something until that thing is removed from your day to day life.