:O thats a fit pic of me and her xxxx...

"it was meant to be, Johnny..." were here last dying words. There, our hands departed as my last few fingers brushed away from hers. she gracefully drifted beyond my vision away, like Bruce Lee fly kicks off in the distant village like a bird, from the pumping life of the custard factory. As a matter of fact, on reflection, i wish she had a taste of my custard....:P

See how our cheeks meet on there? Its just perfect symmetry. like jam on toast. fag and lighter. bucket and spade. knife and fork. penis and va- (yeah you get it right)

- Suddenly! My Swan returned moments after and said, "- oi, Johnny, stop staring at my fucking boobs you perv."

...My knees went weak and there was nothing i could do, but apologise like a lost china man who just stepped of a boat...(awww)

- Or i coulda just said SHUT U, HOE!

lololololol rofl....love my little poetic anecdote :) (lets just hope she doesnt come on this page now.) if anyone asks i didnt write this, just say *heavy chinese accent* "uuuh, NO."