an oldie written waaaaay back in 06\
what the fuck was I thinking?
She sat me down and plowed through 15 family photo albums.
(her favorite picture is of a surprised grandma on the toilet taking a shit.)
She then took out the acoustic guitar and sang horrible standard pop songs.
After 45 grueling minutes she finally put the guitar down.
Asked me if I thought she was beautiful and started to cry…
“Fuck me.” I thought to myself “What the fuck is this shit?”
She cried about how un-pretty she claimed she was.
How her parents did not understand her.
How her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her
(couldn’t imagine why.)
And when I went to consolidate her she told me it was time to go,
and that I was moving too fast.
In all I wasn’t planning on “moving” at all.
She walked me to her door where her black lab began sniffing my crotch.
She smiled and said “Maybe you could come back tomorrow?”
I just smiled…… and ran from her house as fast as my legs would allow.
;) Zee Captain
what the fuck was I thinking?
She sat me down and plowed through 15 family photo albums.
(her favorite picture is of a surprised grandma on the toilet taking a shit.)
She then took out the acoustic guitar and sang horrible standard pop songs.
After 45 grueling minutes she finally put the guitar down.
Asked me if I thought she was beautiful and started to cry…
“Fuck me.” I thought to myself “What the fuck is this shit?”
She cried about how un-pretty she claimed she was.
How her parents did not understand her.
How her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her
(couldn’t imagine why.)
And when I went to consolidate her she told me it was time to go,
and that I was moving too fast.
In all I wasn’t planning on “moving” at all.
She walked me to her door where her black lab began sniffing my crotch.
She smiled and said “Maybe you could come back tomorrow?”
I just smiled…… and ran from her house as fast as my legs would allow.
;) Zee Captain
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