So you like me cookin' .., I'm just wonderin' now which cookin' it is you like. Honey, you need to wipe the butter from yer chin. Here try a little piece of this fillet of soul (I mean sole) remember to role it around and around forty times or so and don't swallow it whole. My mother taught me that..! Now look at twat you've gone an done... you need to keep your eyes on your food and get dem off the flesh, blush blush... Nice work baby..!
I love you... (lucky virus)
If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 05-06-2000).]