| Subject: .:.*sings* daisy! daisy! give me your answer please! I'm half crazy over the love of you...!'.:.. |
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Zeth
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Date Posted: 08:50:43 08/11/03 Mon
In reply to:
Max
's message, "::fine, a DAISY amongst weeds::" on 21:09:21 08/10/03 Sun
.:.Trailing after a dame in the streets as the heaven let loose it’s bottom to pour out upon him, he listened to her words through the pouring rain, trying to understand them. As his cat and Max sat warm in the apartment, he was down here attempting to understand women all over again. It was like they had all plotted against him, they all knew he couldn’t follow their complicated methods. Once he’d thought he’d figured them out, poof! Off they went to change their ways entirely. When Zeth took the time to compare things, he’d compare women to bank heists. And to him, the bank heist looked like a much safer route. Though you might have to avoid cameras, guards, locks, alarms, eye witnesses, weapons, coppers, and who knows what else, with woman you had to watch their moods. One moment they could be as happy as a bird, and then bang! They were like a locked up cat prowling and meowing and screeching for attention. But they were worse then cats, they had thumbs. (None of these relations are meant or directed to Vibe, I JUST realized I was comparing humans to cats and that there was a cat in this conversation, lol. I think the PRM (Public Radio in Mississippi) is screwin’ with my head a tad) Yes, woman had thumbs and could quite easily get hold of all your loot and within ten seconds flat could spend half of it at the mall with Jenna, Rachel, Sarah, Beth, Mary, Tammy, Joe-Joe, Mindy, and Rebecca. –All of whom they spent hours on the phone with prior to the mall invasion. Woman just made things so complicated, but even though he knew all this, he still made effort at getting the girl into his apartment. ‘Intruding? How can you be intruding? Look, just come back…if you don’t feel comfortable with us in the living room you’re more then welcome to crash in one of the spare rooms till morning. But it’s wet, it’s rainy, it’s cold, your wet, I’m wet, and I just plain wont have you walking away from me. Now, you can walk in there by your own free will, or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you in. Either way you’re going in there, you hear?’ it wasn’t really a threat, but it was a promise. He wouldn’t let a lass as pretty as her go walking the streets in this weird town.:.
(Women. pfft. cant live with them- can't live without)
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