One night i was dancing at this night
club and i saw this lady across the
dance floor. We made eye contact,
we smiled. she weaved her way thru
the crowd and slid up next to me. we
danced. and danced. and danced
like you could not believe. the power
of the movements, the force of those
lifts, the dips, and the turns was awe
inspiring. then the band struck up a
cha cha and she turned to me and
took my hand. In those short five
minutes the entire world changed.
the combined energy of our dancing
created a disturbance in the
atmosphere around us, the magnetic
fields of the earth shifted right there
and what science now has decided
was a microscopic momentary black
hole formed between us as we
danced. it was a self contained
nuclear explosion!
days later i awoke from a coma in the
hospital only to learn that the raw
energy released into the room by
syndey and i dancing together had
altered my genetic structure. my
DNA had mutated and i had
unknown superpowers!
when i asked about sydney they said
she couldnt remember much from
the night but that she too had been
changed inside. they said her
superpowers were already surfacing
in the form of an uncanny eye for
fashion and style and they were
worried that if she did not harness
her powers for good she could
single handedly bring Boy George
AND the mullet back into style with
one single gown!
after they explained this to me they
also told me they had performed a
minor surgery on my brain to ensure
all my rhythm was gone and i would
never dance the cha cha with sydney
again.
Luckily sydney has taken on the
challange and quest presented to
her by that fateful night on the dance
floor and she is out there right now
tirelessly making the world a better
place!
So sydeny may be charming and
funny, talented and smart, but be
careful. if you piss her off and her
attitude should change, you may find
yourself living a New York filled with
nothing but feathered hair and
mariachi singer costumes
Sydney sure has a lot of spunk for an
82 year old. You have a new groupie,
woman! I know i am no lauren
replacement, but i promise to do my
darndest to fill the gap of her empty
seat.
Sydney once wrote a breakdancingly
beautiful hymn about Meredith Baxter
Birney. Then, she made tickle me
panties. We have conspired on several
indecent sandwiches. Examples include:
fishwich taped to door, plastic poo
esconced with romaine. I think all
will agree that when one says "pants"
one thinks: SYDNEY!
Sydney is a wild romp, a spankin' good
time! Sydney's heart is full of little
plastic creatures. Sydney is to
ukulele as zamfir is to the magic
flute. Syndey is not airbrushed, just
pure pop princess.
she's gonna be famous and take over the
world. You go grrl!!!
club and i saw this lady across the
dance floor. We made eye contact,
we smiled. she weaved her way thru
the crowd and slid up next to me. we
danced. and danced. and danced
like you could not believe. the power
of the movements, the force of those
lifts, the dips, and the turns was awe
inspiring. then the band struck up a
cha cha and she turned to me and
took my hand. In those short five
minutes the entire world changed.
the combined energy of our dancing
created a disturbance in the
atmosphere around us, the magnetic
fields of the earth shifted right there
and what science now has decided
was a microscopic momentary black
hole formed between us as we
danced. it was a self contained
nuclear explosion!
days later i awoke from a coma in the
hospital only to learn that the raw
energy released into the room by
syndey and i dancing together had
altered my genetic structure. my
DNA had mutated and i had
unknown superpowers!
when i asked about sydney they said
she couldnt remember much from
the night but that she too had been
changed inside. they said her
superpowers were already surfacing
in the form of an uncanny eye for
fashion and style and they were
worried that if she did not harness
her powers for good she could
single handedly bring Boy George
AND the mullet back into style with
one single gown!
after they explained this to me they
also told me they had performed a
minor surgery on my brain to ensure
all my rhythm was gone and i would
never dance the cha cha with sydney
again.
Luckily sydney has taken on the
challange and quest presented to
her by that fateful night on the dance
floor and she is out there right now
tirelessly making the world a better
place!
So sydeny may be charming and
funny, talented and smart, but be
careful. if you piss her off and her
attitude should change, you may find
yourself living a New York filled with
nothing but feathered hair and
mariachi singer costumes
82 year old. You have a new groupie,
woman! I know i am no lauren
replacement, but i promise to do my
darndest to fill the gap of her empty
seat.
what about your metrosexual boyfriend?
beautiful hymn about Meredith Baxter
Birney. Then, she made tickle me
panties. We have conspired on several
indecent sandwiches. Examples include:
fishwich taped to door, plastic poo
esconced with romaine. I think all
will agree that when one says "pants"
one thinks: SYDNEY!
time! Sydney's heart is full of little
plastic creatures. Sydney is to
ukulele as zamfir is to the magic
flute. Syndey is not airbrushed, just
pure pop princess.
Sydney is quite the crime-fighter. and
she bakes yummy banana bread. what
more do you need??!!!!!
angels descending from heaven.