miss montreal returned my text page with a simple one.
as you know one means yes and two means no.
and today, i found out just an hour ago, luckily
sometimes just agreeing to pick me up take me to kfc and bring me home is enough for me to rip a girls clothes off before the magically salty grease on the popcorn chicken has a chance to finish hardening.
just the night before i thought id never see those tan eyes again
and there they were
and let me tell you another thing about this one
her friends chip in to get each other semi expensive presents.
instead of everyone giving little bullshit birthday gifts
or no gifts at all
her friends are classylike
on account of being canadian, probably.
they all chip in twentyfive bucks
all twenty of em
and they each get good shit.
or in this case get rid of it.
except for a tiny landing strip.
i was all how did you know i loved the eighties
and when i was done her toes were curled
just like bunny said theyd be