If me and you were to meet for a coffee were would it end up?!
Question: well in our stomachs thats normally where it goes once you drink coffee lol hehehe
Answers: well in our stomachs thats normally where it goes once you drink coffee lol hehehe
wherever you wanted it to hunny!!!
Costa.
Outside for a walk hugging : )
with a caffiene high and a better friendship
a little perky
Tango. It's an amazing coffee shop where I live. Bet you've never heard of it. ;)
it would end up with some dirty sordid affair... the cream wouldnt just be in your coffee huny...lol
me macing you for trying to grab something that wasn't yours!!
You paying for 2 coffees and maybe a muffin
me in the toilet having a pee
Starbucks. Thanks for the points
Drinking more coffee?
mmm wed end up either in the back room of the coffeshop.....or maube some cheesy hotel....if we make it there...and once we're there we wont make it to the bed only the couch....:)
with an empty coffee cup
well ... probably at my house playing tekken 5 for the rest of the day ... and you trying to beat me even if its just once lol
Drunk?!
With me gagging, if I really had to drink coffee.
In the pub lmao! you no it and I no ghandi we are a couple of pi$$ heads!then who knows oh we could go back to mine for coffee but if we did would we really be drinking that coffee!doubt it lol!
Me on all fours, knowing you babes ;) xx
Talking about the footy or rugby.
You and me having a gunfight on a plane about to crash.
Definately at a strip club.
we'd end up painting the town RED!
WE would never even get to the coffee, ghand. lol
You would have everything except coffee on your mind!! ;)
But, I think you would need the stimulant that the coffee would provide because I'm hard to keep up with, baby!! lmao
i'd walk u to the bus stop....
xxx
Maybe somewhere overlooking the Chao Phraya river.
Firstly Ghandz, at the British Museum...much deciphering between us, would be FINALLY given to us there - and then to whatever next location, such deciphering divined There would - NEXT - lead US!
Grecia.
in the gutter after too many lagers.
Costas in Piccadilly