By danam - 05/07/2011 02:38 - Canada
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After I finish my bag of onions, my taco filled with cacti, and when the world is overthrown by my sassypants. So in about two minutes we would make out. Then in a while I would try to lay you down gently and try to get on top of you. When I do that you say "I am not that type of woman" and I say okay do the "ba dum tsss" on your hoo hoos an then jump out your window. I then yell "I'll pay for it" then run and whisper to myself that I won't. We meet years later at a local Sears and you say how's it going. I will then say good. We will then remember that wacky time and then I'll say "yeh it was crazy" and then you relieve shocking news that you had my baby. I then say it is not mine because we never had sex but we take a DNA test and it is somehow mine. Then we get married and we live *insert adverb here* ever after.
How can you say that? We are happily married, have a talented young boy that can "dance like Michael Jackson," and if you still think I ruined your life then look back and see who asked to make out. That's right sugar booger, you did. Honey, you ruined your own life and all I did was ruin your window. Also why do I hear couples call each other sugar booger? Why in the hell do I want to be a sugar-coated, slimy, sticky, green thing that comes from a nose?
We all know you got out the popcorn and sat and watched.