Well what to say. I know I have known her longer then anyone. She is a very strong independent woman. Even thought we don't always agree with each other, I am closer to her then anypne on this planet. I am so proud of you! Keep rocking out. Don't be a toolbag. And remember there really is a wing on the airplane. Love ya.
Mom Help! I've fallen and I can't get up. And I can't
find my juicey cup anywhere, have you seen it?
You're so great mom, you wake me up when it's
time for the day with your giggles as you great the
morning. You always know where we're going, I
get so lost in this crazy place but you always know
the way. You make coffee for everybody, you'd
even make it for me if I like the stuff. And you've
got a great huge K on your pink sweater. K stands
for Mom!
I was talking with Ugoff the other day, not a
rare occurance for me recently, as I've
grown accustomed to conversing with the
designers, artists, actors, and such that, like
myself, flock to the Jet Set hangouts of the
globe like South Beach. And I showed him a
picture that I had of Kerry, taken at
Automatic Slims, or some other enclave that
beautiful people such as ourselves so often
find themselves in. He said the following, "If
she had a twin Ugoff could rub the two of
them together to start a fire." In silent
agreement, I reclined in my plush VIP room
velvet chair, and poured myself another
GrayGoose, but not before repremanding
harshly once more the waitperson for not
procuring the Evian ice cubes, which I know
for a fact are listed prominently in Bold face,
15 point type in clause three, Chapter 2: The
Man's Beverage in "How to Prepare for
Ryan's Arrival" my instructional book
(complete with DVD).
Don't let Ryan brainwash you with his
bulging muscles and retarded hair. I look
around every time I dance, hoping to bend
down and yell something to you- but you're
never there!!! Can't wait for you to come here
and show Becks what real women are like...
This little peanut can be the sweetest, most
adorable girl ever, but I've seen her make wild
dogs cry.
Don't piss her off.
find my juicey cup anywhere, have you seen it?
You're so great mom, you wake me up when it's
time for the day with your giggles as you great the
morning. You always know where we're going, I
get so lost in this crazy place but you always know
the way. You make coffee for everybody, you'd
even make it for me if I like the stuff. And you've
got a great huge K on your pink sweater. K stands
for Mom!
rare occurance for me recently, as I've
grown accustomed to conversing with the
designers, artists, actors, and such that, like
myself, flock to the Jet Set hangouts of the
globe like South Beach. And I showed him a
picture that I had of Kerry, taken at
Automatic Slims, or some other enclave that
beautiful people such as ourselves so often
find themselves in. He said the following, "If
she had a twin Ugoff could rub the two of
them together to start a fire." In silent
agreement, I reclined in my plush VIP room
velvet chair, and poured myself another
GrayGoose, but not before repremanding
harshly once more the waitperson for not
procuring the Evian ice cubes, which I know
for a fact are listed prominently in Bold face,
15 point type in clause three, Chapter 2: The
Man's Beverage in "How to Prepare for
Ryan's Arrival" my instructional book
(complete with DVD).
biscuits, ashes, ashes, i always fall down...
sorry rose pose...drunk.
Kerry: God bless you, need a tissue?
Ryan: Thanks, no I'm good.
The point of this little story is to demonstrate
Kerry's honest and kind nature.
bulging muscles and retarded hair. I look
around every time I dance, hoping to bend
down and yell something to you- but you're
never there!!! Can't wait for you to come here
and show Becks what real women are like...
and you. San francisco will be a poor
man's Miami. One tear.