Sunday, August 24, 2003

Reason #35

For your birthday, I will write you a poem, or sing you a song, paint you a painting, or cook your favorite meal, or take you dancing, or make you laugh, by writing you a corny poem, and then I will read it to you while you are eating a meal, and then we could go dancing, or whatever you want to do will always be fine with me, as long as it don't involve midgets. I am so jealous of midgets, they are so hot right now...

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