i was so hoping she'd be low class like me. can't win 'em all.
when i took her for refried beans at pancho villa's and we sat outside
to check out the action i cut a superhuge fart and she took great offense
and took out a derringer from her pocket purse and shot me right in the left cheek. haven't been
able to chew since then. next time i date her i'm gonna take her to
'oinking and boinkings' for pork spareribs. soon as my cheek gets well.
lost most of my teeth from that gunshot wound. good thing i have medicaid
for my dentist. its truly true that my dentist has mercy upon the charity
cases which are fast increasing all across the land where everything is free.
the first question i'm gonna ask her, is if she is 'regular'. talk to her of
banannas and constipation. and after pork spareribs, we go to my favorite
place prune june's prune juice parlor. they always play constantly 'had too much
to dream' by the electric prunes. diarrhea will be a good topic to discuss there.
yeah, climbing the ladder of success, right to the bottom.
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