DO DO DO DA DA DA IS ALL I WANT TO SAY TO YOU !!!
Driving home today from Hershey, PA, with my new Police CD at full volume, I relived the surreal experience of seeing my favorite musician last night. The jumbotron need was moot, the veins in his perfectly sculpted biceps, the sweat on his brow and tread on his boots was observable by my naked eye. His gorgeous blue eyes could not possibly miss my gyrating hips and flirty smile since I was positioned immediately in front of him.
Was my zealous energy the cause of women’s dirty looks? My margarita shower I provided, in deleterious response to first Sting citing, entered their bloodstream via skin absorption. The alcohol should have loosened them up, but they stand around like they are waiting for a bus. If they can’t let loose for Sting, their boyfriends have no hope.
My ample chest was free to jiggle as they pleased bralessly in a spaghetti string-top. The desperate sluttish look showed through the true reflection of my libido.
Upon dressing I inquired of my date if I looked hot. Once a prompt affirmation was received, I retorted.
“I know for you, but for Sting?”
The 450lb man I rebounded off asked me twice to stop jumping up and down, if he was not so wide this would not have been an issue. Even in my delirium, I had recognized my enthusiasm equivalent of a six year old at Disney Land. To show gratitude, I extended perks of frequent titty rubs and hair whips. From subliminal influence, Tiny reacts to Sting’s lyrics and resorts to elbowing me violently during “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”. I grabbed my date and switch places. To exact revenge onto Tiny, I knocked my date into him amoungst periodic bouncing feasts.
With the repositioning, I was able to get my groove on with the hot chick next to me. She did not share in my crying fit during one of my all time enjoyed songs “Every Breath You Take”. That’s ok; she can join Sting and I for a flexible all nighter. Or maybe not, since it was only me he sang
“Everything she does is magic”
sighhhhhh
