....i would not mind coming back as a no. 2 pencil...i could spend a few years in the desk of a secretary who had nice perfume and i could listen to her chat on the phone at work...then perhaps i would be left at a cafeteria somewhere in manhattan and i could be picked up by a maitre'd at a nice
restaurant and spend some time with the appointment book....then a waiter could take me home and i could do crosswords with the old lady who smells
like whiskey as she goes down the hall to get her mail...and then i could roll off the table and out the window and the rain could wash me to the curb...then a homeless person could pick me up and try to sell me for aome
crack to the other homeless guy on the street...in frustration he would throw me away and i would land by the steps of an apartment building where some secretary with nice perfume would find me by her morning paper and i could spend the next few years in her desk drawer listening to her chat on the phone..and then...
Originally posted by reinfeldWouldn't it, though, be better to be her computer keyboard, and feel the touch of her fingers, and the sensuous pressure of her caress?
....i would not mind coming back as a no. 2 pencil...i could spend a few years in the desk of a secretary who had nice perfume and i could listen to her chat on the phone at work...then perhaps i would be left at a cafeteria somewhere in manhattan and i could be picked up by a maitre'd at a nice
restaurant and spend some time with the appointment book....t ...[text shortened]... uld spend the next few years in her desk drawer listening to her chat on the phone..and then...
Originally posted by reinfeldYou could end up sitting in a 1st grade classroom all day, getting picked up by kids who haven't washed their hands all day and have been picking their nose and other orifices and also making mud pies at recess.
....i would not mind coming back as a no. 2 pencil...i could spend a few years in the desk of a secretary who had nice perfume and i could listen to her chat on the phone at work...then perhaps i would be left at a cafeteria somewhere in manhattan and i could be picked up by a maitre'd at a nice
restaurant and spend some time with the appointment book....t ...[text shortened]... uld spend the next few years in her desk drawer listening to her chat on the phone..and then...
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