Yeah, We Floobered It

It was a dark, humid, mosquito infested night at grandmas. We were FLOOBERED, he was in the closet and I was dressed up like a stripper dancing in the mirror. The Bathroom Dancehad turned into the closet dance that particular night. So, we'd do a bump and have some fun. Suddenly, we talked and you had a brilliant idea, but you didn't think I'd be down to run. So we put our black clothes, and shoes. Then we took off out the door for a little more fun. Barking dogs, headlights, sensor lights, excited and high as a kite, I knew you were the one. We broke in and FLOOBERED what we wanted from a moron who is well known for narking on so many people we know. The fun of it was craZy and he was shocked how I was ready, willing, and hardcore enough to get it done. Red and Frankie were stirred up, barking until they realized it was us on our little run. We slipped in the door, panting and out of breath; you said I had turned you on even more.