Wednesday, April 14, 2010
At first she seemed nice, but she was being fake.
It was ok cause she was always so stoked on the lake.
Her jibe left something to be desired
Only back-and-forth, never jumped higher.
Compared to the other ladies, She was a cheap date
I thought she meant "Aaron" as she cried double A.
A six inch wave took her away.
Perhaps she'll sail back to me some day.
Posted by Catapulting Aaron at 9:16 AM