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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:43:53 GMT
I run around the farm with a leafblower and scare them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:44:34 GMT
I spice up their lives.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:44:52 GMT
I make them pastrami sandwiches.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:46:12 GMT
I flick their Bics.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:46:24 GMT
I am their right kind of wrong.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:46:43 GMT
I am the sunshine of their lives.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:50:55 GMT
I sell their old clothes at flea markets.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:56:16 GMT
I fistbump them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:56:34 GMT
I paint-by-numbers with them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:56:50 GMT
I read them the daily paper.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:58:19 GMT
I decorate for their proms.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 4:58:48 GMT
I spread butter on their toast.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 5:02:46 GMT
I send them Snapchats of my boobs.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 5:03:44 GMT
I spray them with waterguns and laugh.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 5:04:07 GMT
I draw maps of Florida with them and laugh because they look like penises.
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