.I immediately started to blush, I didn’t know what to think because I liked the fact that somebody at least thought I was beautiful and I liked the...fact that I was wanted by somebody but he was 59. I didn’t know what to say so I kept silence, and was hoping he continued to talk, but I could notice he was not feeling confortable with having told me that. - I’m so sorry Lisa, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with this, and if you do not want to return here I understand... I just... I know. . Registration closed ho gaye thae toh ek girl ka call aaya ki sir mere ko v in fashion show part lena and entries band hogai so please help me out in this maine usko bola ki apni details mere ko whatsapp krdo I will help you out and maine uska registration kara dia and usko call kia ki yes ur registration is done and you can come and enjoy the event.Toh next day us girl ka call frr aaya name alisha (name changed due to privacy reason) ki sir mere pass slip ni hai toh entry ni milri toh mai. There was a young lady of fashionWho had oodles and oodles of passion.To her lover she said,As they climbed into bed,“Here’s one thing the bastards can’t ration!”There was a young girl in DakotaHad a letter from Ickes; he wrote her:“In addition to gasWe are rationing ass,And you’ve greatly exceeded your quota.”There was a young lady named FlynnWho thought fornication a sin,But when she was tightIt seemed quite all right,So everyone filled her with gin.A reckless young lady of FranceHad no. The day dawned gray, flat and ugly. Tom trudged to the school library, head down, thoughts of California Dreamin' deep in his mind. As he entered the library, a girl caught his eye. She gave the impression of being brown from head to foot. Brown hair, brown glasses, brown shirt, brown pants... everything brown. Something in all that brownness yelled CHALLENGE to Master Tom. Upon further inspection of her physical attributes, he realized that she was utterly plain. No beauty, no redeeming.