cloudy
Alabama Slammer
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2004
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That's it, Cloudy. Last night is the last time I'm allowing you to blow me. No, there's no use begging. It's too late. You're insulted me one too many times. I'm done giving you the privilage of my body.
Apparently, Cloudy, even your birthday doesn't make you happy.
You take me waaaaaaaay too literal. Do you really believe that I want them hit by a car? Do you really think that I would hit them with my car?
Do you have any idea the cost of insurance, not to mention how much it cost to buff out all that blood and all those scratches to my body work?
Besides, I'd visit them in the hospital. It's for their own good, after all, so that they can go outside and experience life and maybe even (gulp) write a...what do you call those things, oh yeah, a story.
I thought what I wrote was creatively funny now if you want to start up some shit over this Cloudy then I understand the meaning of your name. Only, I'd change it to Thunder Cloud.
Happy birthday, you big old bag of wind (cloudy, get it?). May you live another 75 years.
Hugs, humps, and kisses,
Freddie
Yep, just as I expected.
Ah, well, I had to try. I see promise in you. Too bad you've got it hidden under that chip on your shoulder that weighs ten tons.
I've not been anything but fair with you, but you overreact to the slightest hint of criticism.
I tried.