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would you make a date romantic?
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oh boy...
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by having one lol
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flowers, a bottle of nice wine, a nice dinner. other than that, i'm stumped.
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flowers , dim lights or candles soft music and slow danceing it's like a long hug 1
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tell her I am hard
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if she's not romantic already.....I cant make her romantic...
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lots of lube and booze???...and...flowers???
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I would bring her flowers. I would take her on a horse drawn carriage through the park where we would see Romeo and Juliet in the round.
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I would bring her flowers. I would take her on a horse drawn carriage through the park where we would see Romeo and Juliet in the round. |
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would you make a date romantic? It would depend on who it was with, I think different people have a different romantic taste. |
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of course there are we're not all dead above the shoulders !
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Bind and gag him, throw him in the trunk, drive around for hours, go to a secluded spot in the woods , take him out of the trunk, tie him to the tree and drive home
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a woman who is in touch with her true spirit, buddhist-native american ways, reguardless of religeon, a women that takes in life by osmosis, and leaves it the way she found it, although much improved, to better our lives with thoughtfulness and caring, a true queen that would walk amomg commoners, wherin the only difference lies in where she knows she has to lead, for she has that quiet strength and fairness to walk here, and in the spirit world with equal vigor and a passion for learning.
the spring is coming, and i can feel the south wind as it rushes and eddies across the frozen lakes still cold through my clothing, as the snow rises in curling clouds of translucent white, thinking of the southland with it's balmy breezes, down to lush new orleans, where denisons like me prowl ancient rooftops in search of a good view of the river, with the white skyline and it's brilliant night-time violet background, as nowhere else i've ever seen. the chinook winds will be coming soon, melting the piles of snow like sinking white mountains, back underneath the land. yes, looking forward to warmer climates, to ride my chopper of fire across the dessert like tumbleweeds before the oncoming storm, all the way to the sea, ride with me my new friend, and race up the coast, to breathtaking vistas only seen in dreams. the great horned owls are numerous in the woods tonight, and the full moon is on the tree horizon, as they claw their way across the surface. and for me, another night of delightful mindless howling happily among the evergreens. |
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Bind and gag him, throw him in the trunk, drive around for hours, go to a secluded spot in the woods , take him out of the trunk, tie him to the tree and drive home |
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