You’re a nice girl. In fact, you have some wonderful characteristics. Your two most fantastic ones fit deliciously in my hands and in the cups of your 34D bra. I have learned to appreciate some great aspects of your personality. For instance, you are a dirty talker. My! That is a wonderful thing - something I can truly appreciate. There is little I could ask for more than a nice girl with a filthy mind and two sexy and delicious boobies.
Oh wait. Perhaps one more thing.
Could you please stop finishing my fucking
Goddamn, that drives me nuts! Can you not tell when I’m finished with a sentence?! What is so fucking difficult about it? I swear to God I’m not trying to confuse you by putting a little lilt or a nice little wrap-up tone-lowering into my words. Now, I knew you were a bit of a sentence finisher and I could almost even laugh at it. Until today.
Today, you made me invent a new phrase - a new breakfast food, even. It happened like this:
I said, “I love breakfast foods! I love sausa…”
You said, “ges? Sausages??”
and I finished up, “…lito burritos. Yes, I love me some Sausalito Burritos! Leave it to those crazy Bay Area folks to come up with some great breakfast foods.”
You are a syllable finisher, too. I simply can not take anymore.
“luck? bye? riddance?”
ALL OF THE ABOVE!