Saturday, February 12, 2011

Keeper.

He lets me pick his scabs.
I let him pick my nose.



I'd say we were in love.






Plus he brings me an orchid, a pineapple and leaves a love note in my mailbox.


"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My woman is so hot,
And I'm crazy about her too"





Boo. Yah.

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