they supposedly smooch every where in this city but so far they're making out just in front of me.
and when they smooch they grab on to the caboose like it's a runaway train.
even keaton's joining the act, as she insists on fighting back.
now i'm not complaining or nothing, but i'm not what you call a natural born, public pucker-upper.
besides, these lip lockers are half our age, to which keaton responds by kissing me twice as long, caboose clutched and all.
the whole thing has me a little unglued quite honestly.