When it became obvious that I had to spend a couple of more weeks in Frankfurt before heading back to Toronto, Mary called me and said: I’m going to be in London on a business trip, girl, you better come over and visit ME.
So, I did. You better not mess with Mary Messhausen.
I arrived in London and Mary was supposed to be staying with a friend of hers but when I got to the address it was an abandoned apartment. After a hard night of drinking and kebabs we pushed through the garbage and went to bed.
Waking up in bed with Bernhard Willhelm
And now we shop. Wait and see what we bring home.
4 thoughts on “Sleepy Eyes”
ehmm…yeah but…no but….yeah but…i have a friend, who told me that bernhard wilhelm is actually a belgian faggot, and i told her to fuck off….cause i know that he actually is from PARIS !
oh my !!!! sleeping would be the LAST thing on my mind with two loveley ladies such as you in my bed!!!! GRRRRRRRR!
Wish I was Pinnochio!
kevin h, I would sing sweet Mariah ballads in your ear to make you fall asleep:
I am thinking of you
In my sleepless solitude tonight
If it’s wrong to love you
Then my heart just won’t let me be right
‘Cause I’ve drowned in you
And I won’t pull through
Without you by my side