If I gaze at you long enough, I can see for miles and miles.
Who sang that song? I mean…The Who sang that song.
Who?
Who’s on first.
The 15 year old who is afraid to go for second.
Guess Who sang American Woman.
Are you trying to tell me to stay away from you, quo?
No, if I wanted that I’d just spray you with my stink gland.
You know, you make it very difficult to stay on the straight and narrow.
I try to avoid those kinds of roads.
You like your roads bumpy and rough.
And dirty.
I am not falling for your trap.
You’re not falling for my potholes.
Nope. I will not get drawn into your web of charisma and subtle sexual advances.
My supple advances.
You admit it then. You are trying to get into my blog panties. I see how you are.
Do you mean your blongerie?
Yes, the lacy ones.
That’s good. I’m tired of blongerie that looks like hockey gear.
If one has it, one should flaunt it.
That’s true. Unless, of course, you’re talking about syphilis.
I was talking about my killer legs, actually, but thanks.
I didn’t think YOU were talking about syphilis. I was just giving the exception to the “got it; flaunt it” adage. You are too modern for that STD. Syphilis is so 1800s.
Thank you quo. The only thing I have from that era is a heaving ample bosom.
Experts agree that is the best thing to come out of the 19th century.
Indeed, I was born a hundred years too late.
One hundred and twelve, but who’s counting?
Regardless, I am voluptuous as all get out.
Rubens painted ladies like you for a good reason.
I know what boys like, what can I say.
Although I can’t blame you for trying, I am rather awesome.
In fact, you’d probably think I was an idiot for not trying something like that on such awesomeness.
Your not an idiot. You just have exquisite taste.
Yes, I’ve heard it’s similar to toffee.
Yes, I do enjoy being…wait a sec..you want me to refer to myself as a hard candy that likes to be sucked, don’t you? Bad doodle.
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.
Yes, I have been told I taste like snazberries.
luck-EEE.
I wouldn’t know personally, I have never tasted myself.
All I know is that the palm of my hand tastes like a palm of someones’ hand.
That is probably the most gross thing you have ever said to me. Want to go to the mall?
Does your palm taste like something else? Try it right now and let me know.
Tastes like sugar and spice, and everything nice. I love rejection.
Okay, I’ll go to the mall with you. But we have to stop and get an Orange Julius for sure.
But of course. No trip to the mall is complete without an Orange Julius. If your really nice, I might even buy you are pretzel.
You do that, and I’ll get you something from Spencer’s.
I love that store. Maybe a sex toy and some bubble gum flavored lube. Then again, perhaps just a Tshirt with a marijuana leaf on it.
Don’t get all crazy. Let’s keep it under five bucks. Maybe an inappropriately themed keychain.
Can I get one that makes a fart sound? Those are cool.
land of quo
Do I have a piece of broccoli in my teeth?
It might be a chive.
If I gaze at you long enough, I can see for miles and miles.
Who sang that song? I mean…The Who sang that song.
Who?
Who’s on first.
The 15 year old who is afraid to go for second.
Guess Who sang American Woman.
Are you trying to tell me to stay away from you, quo?
No, if I wanted that I’d just spray you with my stink gland.
You know, you make it very difficult to stay on the straight and narrow.
I try to avoid those kinds of roads.
You like your roads bumpy and rough.
And dirty.
I am not falling for your trap.
You’re not falling for my potholes.
Nope. I will not get drawn into your web of charisma and subtle sexual advances.
My supple advances.
You admit it then. You are trying to get into my blog panties. I see how you are.
Do you mean your blongerie?
Yes, the lacy ones.
That’s good. I’m tired of blongerie that looks like hockey gear.
If one has it, one should flaunt it.
That’s true. Unless, of course, you’re talking about syphilis.
I was talking about my killer legs, actually, but thanks.
I didn’t think YOU were talking about syphilis. I was just giving the exception to the “got it; flaunt it” adage. You are too modern for that STD. Syphilis is so 1800s.
Thank you quo. The only thing I have from that era is a heaving ample bosom.
Experts agree that is the best thing to come out of the 19th century.
Indeed, I was born a hundred years too late.
One hundred and twelve, but who’s counting?
Regardless, I am voluptuous as all get out.
Rubens painted ladies like you for a good reason.
I know what boys like, what can I say.
Although I can’t blame you for trying, I am rather awesome.
In fact, you’d probably think I was an idiot for not trying something like that on such awesomeness.
Your not an idiot. You just have exquisite taste.
Yes, I’ve heard it’s similar to toffee.
Yes, I do enjoy being…wait a sec..you want me to refer to myself as a hard candy that likes to be sucked, don’t you? Bad doodle.
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.
Yes, I have been told I taste like snazberries.
luck-EEE.
I wouldn’t know personally, I have never tasted myself.
All I know is that the palm of my hand tastes like a palm of someones’ hand.
That is probably the most gross thing you have ever said to me. Want to go to the mall?
Does your palm taste like something else? Try it right now and let me know.
Tastes like sugar and spice, and everything nice. I love rejection.
Okay, I’ll go to the mall with you. But we have to stop and get an Orange Julius for sure.
But of course. No trip to the mall is complete without an Orange Julius. If your really nice, I might even buy you are pretzel.
You do that, and I’ll get you something from Spencer’s.
I love that store. Maybe a sex toy and some bubble gum flavored lube. Then again, perhaps just a Tshirt with a marijuana leaf on it.
Don’t get all crazy. Let’s keep it under five bucks. Maybe an inappropriately themed keychain.
Can I get one that makes a fart sound? Those are cool.
Damn she beat me to the line!
Don’t worry,there’s enough broccoli for everyone.
Phew
But we’ve run out of chives. Hope that’s not an issue.
chives are easier to get out though, nah I’ll stick with the trees all good