I just wanna buy her flowers and chocolate. I wanna go ice skating with her in Central Park. I wanna hire my own personal gondola and take her around Manhattan island. I wanna sit with her on my hood balcony (fire escape) and reveal to her my deepest secrets. I wanna do all this, but then I must consider the possibility that she might be that kermit the frog ass nikka or one of his ilk who deserves a thousand deaths. Why do fakkits have to exist? I mean they're like roaches, what purpose do they serve?
Anyway, to my unrequited love, hopefully we shall one day embrace. Unless of course you do turn out to be the afforementioned, in which case I'd just break your fukking jaw.

Anyway, to my unrequited love, hopefully we shall one day embrace. Unless of course you do turn out to be the afforementioned, in which case I'd just break your fukking jaw.
