hoot hoot
November 2010
“‘Twas the night before this one, and hours to kill
I sat in the tavern, grading parchments with quill
A busty young lassie flashed me a grin
Her garb said ‘classy’, but her eyes whispered ‘sin’
She said: “You’re a teacher?” I said: “Yes, indeed!”
“I must have you”, she moaned, “I’m turned on by tweed!”
With haste we did scamper to my chamber anon
We fell to the couch and bro, it was on
I unlaced her bodice, our passions grew deeper
And thus ends the tale of The Sexless Innkeeper” —Ted Mosby (via thomascommeren)
I sat in the tavern, grading parchments with quill
A busty young lassie flashed me a grin
Her garb said ‘classy’, but her eyes whispered ‘sin’
She said: “You’re a teacher?” I said: “Yes, indeed!”
“I must have you”, she moaned, “I’m turned on by tweed!”
With haste we did scamper to my chamber anon
We fell to the couch and bro, it was on
I unlaced her bodice, our passions grew deeper
And thus ends the tale of The Sexless Innkeeper” —Ted Mosby (via thomascommeren)
