My cousin can get you a low-profile futon with NOS and piped rims for a song...I'll admit to . . .
Still wanting a fast sports car (or motorcycle) as a second car, even though I'm getting too old for that sort of thing. Do they make a sports sofa?
...L can provide the songOh, and I'll admit to secretly wanting to sing and entertain the guests on a cruise ship.
Sometimes wishing I was a waitress with a southern accent so I could call people Shuug while I poured their coffee...
...anything, so long as it stops you tickling me.
It might be fun to be tickled by Cella.
Might be?!
Pffft.
It's heaven.
Pure nirvana.
Cold hands, warm heart.