When Taylor lived in Boston for a
summer, I would go and meet her
after work on Thursday nights. She
would make me ride her double on
my banana seat, hot style, Stingray
bicycle past all the fancy-pants euro
bars on lower Boyelston St. That's
right, two little girls on a tiny bicycle in
the middle of a line of limos in jazzy
Back Bay. Mostly, I just thought I
would kill us, which kept me from
being too embaressed. At the bars
we pretended to be lovers to ward off
Big Dig workers who wore their hard
hats drinking. It never worked.
Talyor is so cute & fun I think they
would have kept on trying to pick us
up if we came in wearing clown suits
and sat upside down on the stools.
I highly recomend a night on the town
with Taylor, to cure whatever ails you
but, a word to the wise: She is very
persuasive. Do not let her talk you
into riding her on your handle bars
through mid-town traffic. Especially
if you've been drinking. It's freaking
dangerous.
Let me give you a careful description
of Taylor. One might say she's like a
bright burning star. I actually
believe that she's so bright and shiny
she's like two twin stars.
She's deeply rooted in me, way down to
my common core. Additionally she's
definitely implicit in my meaning of
ordered sexiness. I would say so much
such that sexiness and hotness would
not exist without her!
Taylor is one cool cat. Few people
are able to combine intellect, good
looks and a wonderful sense of humor
quite like her. And when I say that
she has a good sense of humor that's
not a code term for "She's fat", on
the contrary she's quite petite.
I'm also feel a special bond to Taylor
because she wants to name her kids
with the same names I want to: Amicus,
Plessy and Wick Yo. Aren't those
great names?
Hey, Taylor, guess what? I know your last
name! Harty har har! Tee hee hee hee!
Anywho, Taylor's cool cause she's the only
person I told that I get a semi when I piss in
public (especially in front of Thai
restaurants). We're tight like that, cause we
piss in public.
Taylor plays football in the streets of
Brooklyn, and she does it with a skill,
machismo, and the slight touch of a
dainty fop all at once. I yearn for
her tragically.
summer, I would go and meet her
after work on Thursday nights. She
would make me ride her double on
my banana seat, hot style, Stingray
bicycle past all the fancy-pants euro
bars on lower Boyelston St. That's
right, two little girls on a tiny bicycle in
the middle of a line of limos in jazzy
Back Bay. Mostly, I just thought I
would kill us, which kept me from
being too embaressed. At the bars
we pretended to be lovers to ward off
Big Dig workers who wore their hard
hats drinking. It never worked.
Talyor is so cute & fun I think they
would have kept on trying to pick us
up if we came in wearing clown suits
and sat upside down on the stools.
I highly recomend a night on the town
with Taylor, to cure whatever ails you
but, a word to the wise: She is very
persuasive. Do not let her talk you
into riding her on your handle bars
through mid-town traffic. Especially
if you've been drinking. It's freaking
dangerous.
of Taylor. One might say she's like a
bright burning star. I actually
believe that she's so bright and shiny
she's like two twin stars.
She's deeply rooted in me, way down to
my common core. Additionally she's
definitely implicit in my meaning of
ordered sexiness. I would say so much
such that sexiness and hotness would
not exist without her!
are able to combine intellect, good
looks and a wonderful sense of humor
quite like her. And when I say that
she has a good sense of humor that's
not a code term for "She's fat", on
the contrary she's quite petite.
I'm also feel a special bond to Taylor
because she wants to name her kids
with the same names I want to: Amicus,
Plessy and Wick Yo. Aren't those
great names?
name! Harty har har! Tee hee hee hee!
Anywho, Taylor's cool cause she's the only
person I told that I get a semi when I piss in
public (especially in front of Thai
restaurants). We're tight like that, cause we
piss in public.
Brooklyn, and she does it with a skill,
machismo, and the slight touch of a
dainty fop all at once. I yearn for
her tragically.