Today Rayshawn flattered me into going shopping. While on my Rayshawn-infused ego-trip, I ate a sugar crêpe. Everyone worth liking deserves a Rayshawn. While you feed your face, he feeds you compliments about what a good place you’re in, how much he likes your clothes. He is extraordinary, and the perfect ingredient to any fatty crêpe . Then I came home and listened to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands 15 times. That brings you pretty much up to date.
Don't fret.
I’m going to Nice and Monaco this weekend.
And Manchester the next
And Amsterdam the next.
But, I had to eat fish again with my family tonight.
Don't fret.
I’m going to Nice and Monaco this weekend.
And Manchester the next
And Amsterdam the next.
But, I had to eat fish again with my family tonight.
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