Just once when I've finished my laundry in my apartment building and I'm returning home by walking past the pool I'd like to see some hot-ass Mermaids. Or some girl I know whom I've liked for awhile dressed up like a Mermaid swimming around for me with enthusiasm. That would be great. I will refer to her as Mermaidia and grant her three evenings each fortnight at whichever Sushi restaurant she doth care to attend. With my shit luck I'd probably miss the whole situation and go home to watch some foreign war film while someone else teaches and guides my almost-Mermaid companion along unforseen paths of enlightenment.
This will probably happen knowing what Mermaids are like.
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