Friday, September 18th, 2009 | Author:

I wake

I roll

I clean my pipes

I clean your panels

We roll out

as per plan

I leave you

(maybe out in the rain)

You rust and chew my butt

I leave you again

You decide you dont like my plans

I pick her up

You chew me up again

I give up

Either of you will call me again

Maybe I need another plan.

I roll

I plan and pet your panels at the same time

I polish your panels

open communication channels

I paint your pipes –

weekend attention thing types

etcetera,…

We roll again;

She dosen’t.

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  1. 1
    Ankit 

    😀 maska

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