Love's young dream. Shall I compare thee to a summer rose? Best not, she'll likely belt you for taking the P. Judging by the size of some of these young heifers, that's not a threat to be taken lightly. I reckon romance is dead. Where's the champagne,chocolates and soft music?
One young man was getting on swimmingly. She was looking deeply into his eyes as he laughed happily at her jokes. Then he burped, looked surprised and said" A little bit of sick just came into my mouth there!" Nipped that one in the bud. Could anyone, even his granny, kiss him after that?
Then there's" You don't sweat much for a fat-un!" on the dance floor. Scuppered any hope of raising her temperature. Quicker than a cold shower.
It takes brains to get it right. A swift, "Yours or mine?"won't cut it with the classy ones.Unless she's already decided. I'd rather be rolling around the floor laughing. Now that would certainly lead to something, just as long as he keeps his reflux right out of it.
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