Nothing like a Saturday morning with a woody staring you in the face.
“Where is she?” Polyphemus asked me.
“Who?”
“That ’Bama Baby on your desktop—damn, she looks fine nekkid. The one you fantasize about.”
“Careful,” I said. “You’re getting excited, and you know what happens when that happens.”
“Where is she?”
“In Alabama.”
Where’s that, Allybammy?”
“Way down south in Alabama.”
“South! There’s where I want to go … I want to go spelunking. Take me spelunking. Pah-lease!?”
I felt like choking the spit out of the little fucker, but I opted instead to take a cold shower.
“Where is she?” Polyphemus asked me.
“Who?”
“That ’Bama Baby on your desktop—damn, she looks fine nekkid. The one you fantasize about.”
“Careful,” I said. “You’re getting excited, and you know what happens when that happens.”
“Where is she?”
“In Alabama.”
Where’s that, Allybammy?”
“Way down south in Alabama.”
“South! There’s where I want to go … I want to go spelunking. Take me spelunking. Pah-lease!?”
I felt like choking the spit out of the little fucker, but I opted instead to take a cold shower.
