
I've even made up a little fantasy about this young lady. Wanna hear it? Good!
I'm in a bowling alley, right? I've been working there for 5 years, spraying shoes with Lysol and applying treatments to the lanes after closing time. When everyone is gone and I'm about to close, I walk to the back of the alley to fix what I think is a wayward bowling pin jammed into the gutter and it has to be removed manually. I open the door that leads me to the machinery and there's this lady in the picture, eating an ice cream cone and wearing nothing but a Ramone's hoodie and high heel sandles. She says, "Hey, Mr. Winkie, take me to the Captain and tell him why I'm here. I wanna stay in your world, while my world dissapears!"
Then we have sex on the beach.
K, bye for now.
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