“What year?”
“1991” said Farty Jimbo
“We won’t meet until 1998. “Her face was thin through vomit
A chemical sheen on her forehead caked over a tan booth bronze
Looking at her gave me a warm scrotal rush that was not unpleasant
And oh to have my stiffened spunk hose
Embraced by the sleek and shiny lips
Lips glossed with ultra-lip plumping ingredients for irresistibly luscious lips – glazed with unsurpassed shine
Locked around my pole of joy in a selfless spaghetti suck of love
Then I’d want that bitch to make me dinner.”
Soon there was world peace, no more diseases and the end of hunger and no more global warming because of the poem. Amateur porn You know Jeffrey Dahmer. It’s the same as the date there”
“I seriously doubt that, Jimbo” said Tuesday. “You should go down there to the Plaza and check out the Grassy Knoll.”
“Maybe I will” said Tuesday, “I’ll be back in 1998 soon.”
“I’m making a Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf. He will be arrested tomorrow. That’s neither here nor there. I won’t even know you until 1998. Do you have a nice rack with big nipples?”
“I have average sized breasts, but my areolas are huge.
