Dear Girlfriend.How are you doing? I hope you are as fit as a fiddle. As for me , I am chemically combined, biologically classified, physically fit and mentally missing you.Just to remind you,this is part seven of my letter to you.As you know, my answer to you will always be yes unless no is required. How is your tummy? I hope it has not started exposing what you and I have been doing in secret.I was lost but you found me and gave me directions to your heart. Let me be categorically clear,I am the only man allowed to have directions to ur heart and locations to ur G-spot even without the help of Google maps. My love for you will never evaporate because me and you operate in the same frequency and we connect like Bluetooth . Every time i Google your body, my blood pressure rises. I have been dreaming of taking you to Pluto and the moon and by the end of 2014 I will have realized my dream. If you don’t believe me, open the first page of the internet and you will see my picture,portfolio and a draft of my bombastic plans for you. When I see you I always believe I can fly and mostly find myself floating. I pledge my loyalty to you. My readiness and duty to defend the breakdown of our love. I am a noble man from the University of Gentlemen with a PhD (permanent head damage) in romance.My friends call me Concon which means container. I contain money. Others call me Vector because I do my work with both magnitude and direction. Any one who tries to break us up is as stupid as an ant climbing an elephant leg with the interest of committing rape.Like a virus you have corrupted my database but of late am getting addicted to carrot cake. Even though the word marriage does not appear in my vocabulary, I will soon add it to my dictionary. I want to have forty children with you. It’s a pity that is still don’t know your age but as for me I am younger than Usher but older than Chris Brown.During the weekend,I was clubbing with my dad and I kinda started loving Subarus.I think its time I introduced a refrigerator to my vehicle.Do you think I need a microwave in the car as well?My plans of having us getting married on the moon have been suspended till further notice.Expect a cellular call from me anytime from now. Urs scientific boyfriend, Louis Kullet aka Volaris
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 16:03:15 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015