This Could Be Love
I can’t keep it from the world any longer. I’m just so completely smitten. We go everywhere together, we’re practically joined at the hip. I think this could be the start of a very beautiful relationship.
You may hear reports from bystanders that a strange man was running home, hugging a package that may or may not have contained a palm treo 650. Those reports may not be based entirely in falsehood.
My palm apparently thinks I have jaundice. Well, I think she’s fat. No, wait baby, I didn’t mean it, I was just trying to look cool in front of the guys.
6 bonus points to anyone who gets the band reference
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