I was putting away my money, although I had little left since I had just bought a loaf of bread, popcorn, water and tomato sauce at Whole Foods, when we met. You were pretty big and I am pretty little. you smashed my tomato sauce when you saw how little cash I had on me, and someone thought we were fighting. Somehow i haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would be like to fight with you over something REAL, like whos turn it was to take out the trash, feed our dog Cracker, or steal parking tickets off of peoples cars on our street...hoping you might feel the same way. Tell me what kind of weapon your fine ass was toting so I know it's you...
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