Come on, Sonny. This is the last time I want to talk about this. I’m getting tired and I want to read my tarot cards before I go to bed. She thinks your exotic and wants to feel the coolness but is afraid of it.
What the heck does that mean little one?
That means she is a giant wannabe and I don’t mean your lova. She’s like a groupie. Let me backstage and autograph my boobs. Except she won’t take off her bra. She won’t even take off her shoes. Well, if they were red I couldn’t blame her but I bet she wears flip flops.
Go to another coffee shop. I like cinnamon.