Was that an earthquake or did the angles of your face just shift slightly?
I may not be a genie, but I do come from inside a bottle.
I wish you were cable television so I could change the channel to something a little dirtier. But I also kinda wish you were DSL so I could send my data streaming through your tubes. Then again, if you were a camera I could photograph myself naked with you.
You’re like a student and I’m like a math book. I haven’t changed fundamentally in nearly thirty years, but you’re not a day over fifteen.
Do you have any raisins? No? Then how about a date? It would involve my banana and nuts, your melons, the busting of everybody’s cherries, and sure, I could bring raisins.
Are your legs tired? Because you’ve been running from wolves in my mind all day.
Are you a house? Because I’d like to purchase you and live inside of you.
Do you have any raisins? Well then do you want to come home with me? Well do you have any raisin not to?
Do you have any raisins? No? Then how come you’ve been raisin the issue of sex in my brain for the last half hour as I’ve watched you from the shadows?
Are you a raisin? Sure you are. You’re a raisin the bar for attractiveness.
Are you a raisin? Ah, but you are. You’re a raisin my blood pressure. From sex want.
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