Nineteen Ninety Nine.

A lady cab driver parked her limousine curbside, outside of Club 1999.
At 11:50pm, A Royal International Lover, escaped the venue.
The driver popped the Automatic lock, and the lover hopped into the backseat.
All the critics in New York were dusted by the smooth getaway, as the D.M.S.R.,
License plate faded out of sight.
The Lady glanced into the rearview mirror and asked the Lover how he was.
“Delirious,” he told her. “Must be something in the water.”
The driver parked alongside of a little red corvette at the end of a dirt road.
Words were exchanged.
“The Fare?,” the lover glared.
“Free,” the driver stared.
“I’ve got to make the plane,” the lover said.
“Sir, Please, enjoy the flight in bed.”
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Wow... that's really good.

I just listened 2 the album today, so its still fresh in my head.

Great job!

Aw, thats clever. Nice.

Thanks friends.

Tame said:

yeah, this one is definitely my favorite of all the ones you've done so far.

I don't know why some things come out underlined, that is nothing I intend.
However on my hard drive, all of the titles are underlined. T

plz do one for dirty mind

Christopher said:

I have Christopher, it should be a few pages back. T