TWEET ME: Sunday at Toronto's CN tower, you in green blouse, brown
slacks. Me in crotchless spandex leotards. I'm here naked for you.
TWEET ME: I was videographing SUV sinking. You were screaming for
help getting your seatbelt off. Did I leave my press pass?
TWEET ME: Master Bakery, Asbury Park. You got my cream filling, I
got your muffin. Let's do something hot, sweet and sticky.
TWEET ME: Foley Square Laundromat. I took your dryer load by
mistake. Need the pumps that go with beige pantsuit.
TWEET ME: The Voice. I didn't turn my chair around for you. Your
relatives chained themselves to my fence. We can run off to Vegas
now.
TWEET ME: Diana from Shawboro. Loved you all my adult life. It's
still only you. Now's our time. If a woman answers, hang up.
TWEET ME: Master Bakery, Asbury Park. You got my cream filling, I
got your muffin. Let's do something hot, sweet and sticky.
TWEET ME: Online at a gang bang in Peoria. I didn't know she was your sister. Please give me back my stuff.
TWEET ME: Tascosa Drive-In Theater. You were in the white Thunderbird. I
was in the Nissan pickup. I WAS PUMPING UP A VOLLEY BALL
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