I'm 16. Date with - maybe not the first date - with a cute girl. As the car is pulling into the driveway, the timing could not be better, here come Debbie and Susie wearing the most glaring red lipstick ever conjured up by the evil forces that make up the cosmetic industry with what must have been left-over waste material from Chernoble. I get wrestled to the ground (hey, I was a small kid!), and kissed innumerable times. The most important question is.........was that the only smooching action that I got that night....?!? I actually can't remember........so don't ask!
If I had bathed in diesel fuel I still don't think I could have washed that stuff off. Thanks Debbie for that. Thanks for making sure I did not leave the house in a more embarrassing combination of hand me down t-shirts, plain-pocket jeans, and corrective shoes (this goes with the don' ask clause mentioned previously). And thanks for being you!! Love you Deb!!
Dan
If I had bathed in diesel fuel I still don't think I could have washed that stuff off. Thanks Debbie for that. Thanks for making sure I did not leave the house in a more embarrassing combination of hand me down t-shirts, plain-pocket jeans, and corrective shoes (this goes with the don' ask clause mentioned previously). And thanks for being you!! Love you Deb!!
Dan
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