Eating Ice Cream in Hawaii

I just got caught doing the horizontal mambo with my neighbor's cousin. He’s gonna come for me.

The sun was so hot, I had to take my shirt off and keep going. That’s how I know I’m in love.

My ice cream melted, but my dignity didn’t. Not yet.

I was so busy screwing my date, the ocean had to take a break.

The waves got so jealous, they started crashing harder. I think they were trying to drown us.

We were so loud, the seagulls started arguing. That’s how I know it was good.

We were making out so hard, the sun tried to fry my brain. I think it failed.

My lips were so swollen from making out, I looked like a ripe mango.

The local was so good, I forgot I was on an island. Then the sun reminded me.

I blew him so hard, the palm trees started to sway. They looked like they were doing the cha-cha.

The palm trees were dancing, and I was still on my knees. That’s how I know I did a good job.

I was so good, the trees started to laugh. I think they were jealous.

I was fellating so hard, the ocean turned into lava. That’s how I know I was good.

The lava flow was so intense, I had to run to the beach. I barely made it.

My local was so turned on, he started to glow. That’s how I know I was good.

We were so loud, the volcanoes started to erupt. That’s how I know we were good.

The eruption was so loud, I had to cover my ears. But I didn’t stop.

The volcanoes were like, ‘Let’s show them how it’s done.’ And they did.