She reminds me of M&Ms with no chocolate center. Colorful yet hallow. Yet she acts like a Hersheys kiss with all her men friends. But once they take off that wrapper and take a bite. They realize its not as smooth as The worlds best chocolate. She acts like shes Lays potato chips. But no one wants a second chip. She claims shes like an Almond Joy at her job. Yet her employer says shes more like a Whatchamacallit. All the men call her a Charleston chew. I just call her a sour patch kid that comes from a family of ding dongs and Nerds that wish they sizzled like pop rocks. She now walks down Fifth Avenue looking for her Mr Goodbar to satisfy her with his butter finger as she yells Oh-Henry! to his little Tootsie roll while she mounts him like a almond Joy trying to make another Baby Ruth Only to find He, will end up with her Sugar Babies as she collects all she can get from him , on his Pay day
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 06:45:47 +0000
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