you promised fatherjohn you wouldn’t tell anyone, and now look what you’ve done. I wouldn’t blame him if he never forgives you for revealing his secret to the TM.
Oh Mr. Cynical, how did you know?
How did you know it was you that I think of every minute of every day? How did you know I fall asleep to thoughts of you every night? How did you know it was your name on my lips when I woke up from a wonderful, sensual dream?
I thought for sure you didn’t know, I thought for sure I hid it well.
Let’s just keep this between ourselves, ok? Please don’t post it on the message boards, we wouldn’t want people to talk.
So, when I have those nice dreams and have an orgasm in my sleep, I was dreaming about you? Thanks for clearing up the mystery. It’s a great weight off my mind.
And whose golden tresses do you think of when a splot of bird poop slithers down your windshield? brachy’s
And whose smoldering eyes do you dream of when you hear the phrase “Babs gak and that guy from Marcus Welby”? brachy’s
Now I’m off to take that shower!
Well, I admire the man. He was always a good father to Joanie and Richie, and he gave good advice to the Fonz. But no, I just don’t get that “frisky” feeling for him…
Oh MrC, the heart of my desire! I think of you every nite. While streching the sheets my heart rapidly beats. Then I throw away the cover and go DAMN! Where’s MrC! my lover!? I’m past the point of being nice so I give you ONE more invatation to paridise!