So anyway last night we were laying in bed snuggling as she was kinda just looking off in the distance.
Me: What are you thinking about?
Lisa: I wanna write a song about having sex with you.
Me: I'd rather you just have sex with me instead.
Lisa: Why it would be a bad ass song?
Me: I have no doubt. I just rather not have all the punk rock students knowing about our sex life.
Lisa: Yeah good point. I just can't help myself. Ever since I joined this band all I wanna do is write songs about everything you do.
Me: Really? That's so sweet.
Lisa: Yeah you're like my muse.
Me: That's good because your muse is your biggest fan.
Lisa: You're so cheesy.
I grab the cup of water I keep on my nightstand and pour it on her.
Lisa: oh my god!!!
I jump out of bed laughing as she sits up in shock.
Me: How's that for cheesy?
Lisa: You know I'm going to kill you right?
Me: You gotta catch me first.
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