I have been remiss in not giving my
personal Carol testimonial sooner, but
I am comforted knowing that keeps in
company with the Space Needle. Her
popularity is no secret really - a nice
smile, cool shoes, and a stab-life-with-
a-shrimp-fork mentality - good
ingredients to be sure. Carol is only
limited by the space which contains her.
Not sure what the problem is with
all 'yall, but from my interactions
with Carol, she seemed very nice to
me. Even when she mocked me for hiding
from the sun. I hate the sun. It
hurts my tender flesh. Yep. Carol is
one nice lady.
I don't particularly like Carol- she
never calls me or comes to my house
when I invite her or have parties. I
try to help her by hauling manure and
getting it under my fingernails for
her, but she just takes advantage of
me. I think she loves me but is trying
to play hard to get. Wimp.
Carol is the kind of sneaky, laughing
at me from the sides of her eyes, and
then drunk, throwing macaroni salad
in my face, blinding me, kind of
stunning that I find irresistibly
charming.
I think maybe it's been close to a year
since I've seen her, and I miss her
friendship.
If I'm real real lucky she'll call me
tomorrow.
Testimonials and Comments for Carol
stomach she always gets up and still
has perfect hair.
personal Carol testimonial sooner, but
I am comforted knowing that keeps in
company with the Space Needle. Her
popularity is no secret really - a nice
smile, cool shoes, and a stab-life-with-
a-shrimp-fork mentality - good
ingredients to be sure. Carol is only
limited by the space which contains her.
all 'yall, but from my interactions
with Carol, she seemed very nice to
me. Even when she mocked me for hiding
from the sun. I hate the sun. It
hurts my tender flesh. Yep. Carol is
one nice lady.
never calls me or comes to my house
when I invite her or have parties. I
try to help her by hauling manure and
getting it under my fingernails for
her, but she just takes advantage of
me. I think she loves me but is trying
to play hard to get. Wimp.
i can smell you all the way down 1st.
ish.
at me from the sides of her eyes, and
then drunk, throwing macaroni salad
in my face, blinding me, kind of
stunning that I find irresistibly
charming.
I think maybe it's been close to a year
since I've seen her, and I miss her
friendship.
If I'm real real lucky she'll call me
tomorrow.