I walked past the shinning locks and so sweetly my name was called. Giddy me, felt tongue tied, shy and giggly. Its almost cute but I feel so lame. Well after my clown act he asks me for my number. In the meantime, I’m trying so hard not to smile. O Gosh! I want his sexy voice to stroke his guitar and sing to me! O ITALIANS make me melt. Well Mohawks are officially not blending in with this milkshake. There is now a warning sign on all labels: tend to be permitted for over bearing petting and boob to head massage. In other words…heartbreaker My mom seems to think Fuzzi Peach is for white people...she can say really ignorant things sometimes. I guess there's different kinds of drinks for blacks and whites and according to her I will never understand because I'm white. O well marvel me....I refuse to be brain washed by stupidity. HWK is my revolution ….