Steve can't stop bringing you flowers in the spring <3 He's on his walk home from work and he just happens to past the florists and he can't stop himself because those pretty pink ones would look so perfect in his girls hands, and it becomes like a little routine for him which makes him hate driving home because he can't stop and get you flowers, and they know him by name in the shop now, they know what his girl likes and they practically know you with how much Steve talks about you, he always comes home so happy with himself, hiding them behind his back to surprise you. "Oh, Stevie you shouldn't have." "Yes I should have, a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers." <3
the shape
Straight men will not be liberated until they start eating unshaved pussy and licking unshaved armpit. Straight women will not be liberated until they start spitting in their man's mouth
“let me get that for you” i say sexily pulling on a door that says push
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me and the girlies saying hi to each other
eddie would say "this guy's bothering you babe?" every time you accidentally bump into something.
you're just walking around the trailer, taking back your plate to the kitchen when you hit your leg against the table, "ow you son of a bitch!" you'd yell out and eddie comes running from his room. his guitar tossed on the bed and music sheet has flown off his lap and got scattered all across the floor.
"what happened? you okay?" he'd ask then he'd see that the table has moved a bit since he last saw it about thirty minutes ago. "this guy's bothering you, sweetheart?" he'd walk towards the table and stare it down, "do i need to teach you a lesson here? hm? teach you not to hit on girls? and my girl nonetheless." his hands in fists, he'd buff out his chest, acting all tough and scary but it only makes him look adorable like a mad puppy.
"actually eds, technically i hit it." you'd tell him and he'd turn to you.
"babe you don't have to do this. don't defend this asshole just so i wouldn't hurt him." glaring at the table again, "come on bitch! not so brave now huh?"
then he'd act as if he's throwing hands with the table only for him to hit his foot against its leg, hard, and end up on the floor in the fatal position holding his foot in both hands and go "the soldier has fallen. i've been defeated by the evil forces of wooden home furniture. pass my kind regards and sorrow to the queen. long live rock and roll." then in true eddie fashion, he'd pretend to be dead with his tongue out and his middle finger pointed to his new immortal enemy, the table.
god, kurt kunkle is such a fucking whimpy, weak, pathetic, no-good, attention-whore loser.
and i really wanna fuck his brains out.