Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A promise...

I will seek and find you . .
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you...
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished -
you will be weak for days.

All my love,
The Flu.

(Now, get your mind out of the gutter)


(making the rounds on Facebook, and I have to admit it made me smile.)


Anonymous m.e. said...

Gutter? What gutter? Sounds good to me. I can't wait to send it around at work tmw....thanks for the laugh

9:47 p.m.  

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