Once again, we’re throwing this out there to the world in the hope that maybe, somehow, this young intoxicated lass with a penchant for dancing and fire might too have feelings for the clown. It’s getting close to Valentine’s Day, magic happens.
To the girl with her hair on fire, I was the guy in the clown suit – m4w – 24 (Litchfield)
It was that party over at McAle’s barn, you took five shots of black velvet out of some guy’s cowboy boot, lit your own hair on fire, and then gave me the hottest lap dance of my life.
Baby, I just wanted you to know, I was thinking about ya’.
This article appears in Feb 2-8, 2011.
Now I feel like puking!