When the waiter brought us a dessert made of 3 flavors of ice cream which we shared, she joked that the three flavors are her ex, her current prince, and me. It was a very sweet feeling to be even compared to the other two yet a very bitter feeling that she never tried this flavor before. I looked at the butterfly decoration made of biscuits and said I wish instead of fighting on Wall Street everyday, I can be a butterfly that forever flies by her side.
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Hitman,
Snap outta it..."BUTTERFLIES" ?!?!?!?!
Man you gotta stop smoking that stuff...
Seriously, you cannot trade while intoxicated or under the influence...
Anyways, you need to get a pal to take you to Scores or something...if I was in NYC, we'd be kicking it there and I would do everything in my power to keep you away from that Princess until she comes crawling back to you..
Until then..churn'em n burn'em
. . . [/B][/QUOTE]
Hitman,
Snap outta it..."BUTTERFLIES" ?!?!?!?!
Man you gotta stop smoking that stuff...
Seriously, you cannot trade while intoxicated or under the influence...
Anyways, you need to get a pal to take you to Scores or something...if I was in NYC, we'd be kicking it there and I would do everything in my power to keep you away from that Princess until she comes crawling back to you..
Until then..churn'em n burn'em
