Yeah, I'm a romantic.
The evening starts off with me handing the object of my desire a silk rose (with the purple fiber optic light, which the dude at the expressway off ramp sells to me for about $5 bones).
Then, I whisk her away in my sky blue Pinto (freshly vacuumed, with an new eightball fresh scent ball)and I wine her with some Boone's Farm Strawberry Fields. After we park, we walk into Chez Mickey Deez' and partake of two succulent and scrumptious Value Meals (we go Dutch on dinner, since I believe in women's equal rights).
And finally, giddy and pleasantly fed, we get back into my light blue love carriage, and I do a donut with the Pinto and peel out of the Mickey Deez parking lot (I like to leave an impression. Everywhere I go).
And finally, we get to my mom's house, go to my basement in my bedroom, and I ask her to get comfortable in my futon while I slip into something more comfortable: my birthday suit. Then, I rip off my tuxedo t-shirt and corduroys and...
My mom calls out from upstairs, "Sergio, get your ass up here and wash the dishes!"
Damn, damn, damn.... [img]graemlins/jpshakehead.gif[/img]
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