Pudding On A Holiday

Tropical blues and the tapioca smack, smack. Marry Chris Miss? Done did it huh, here you go again. Child bride at thirty five and holding? Given away at nine, apres le divorce, then, the drying visits? Let all of it go? What would I have to grind Mister? Talk to me palm sweat, what's, your thing? Well, I didn't have time for a list, just now. Could we make a date? For transferring thoughts through skin to skin tactile sensation-speak? Later on the same day. Later on.