Yah    Said sixthousandsixhunred sixtynines    

Not tha yaever brought your face anywhere near pussy  Wha a miserableterrible loss

For you

I disagree.

Ya donhaf to say yes you don I know

                                                Sixthousandsixhunred sounds a lot    But it aint

Simple lovers math . .

. . Simple math.

Lovers

         Which yaint    Im not exactly sure whaya are

Simple math

You’re gonna bore me.

Likely

        Yet for everyone else who partakes Im running the math for those soulsfor me  Because it aint really much

Sixthousandsixhunred

Threehunredsixtyfive days sixtysix on Leap Year every four years is threesixtyfive twice seventhirty next two years are seventhirty one are fourteensixtyone

                                          Correct

Correct.

Fourteensixtyone four times  But sixteen years    Is fivethousandeighthunredfortyfour

    Correct

By my mat . .

. . Your damn near sterile math is correct

                                             Balance due is sevenhunredfiftysix  a tad over two more years  twentydays long of two yearsnot a month

Which is plausible

Which can be achieved by insatiable lovers

Eighteen years twenty days

Quit blowing smoke up my ass.

                                   That’d be every day, eighteen years twenty days.

    Not necessarily   Only if once a day

Ive made love threefour five times in one day  Havent kept track    Ive been with my girl since I was twentyone

Wish I kept track

You’re tellin’ me your repertoir . .

. . NOT

          Good lovers good partners havent repertoires   Fiftyfifty

Not even in a bed

    Were awfully rambunctious

 

Wish I kept a tally

                      Tally-ho  Got me a fox

Saturday evening sometime,  28  12. 24

1018,  Sunday,  29  12. 24