The other night sitting in my chair, dozing and dreaming what did I hear......
A knock at my door, distinct and clear....
Before I could react...before I could fight...
In burst the smelly woman....bigger than the night....
In spite of my efforts and against my will...
She threw me to the floor...banging my head on the window sill...
I screamed, I begged but to no avail....
This was terrible.....this was Hell....
Damn....did she ever smell....
With no notice to my protest....no notice to my roars
Oh my God...off came her drawers......
Wiggling, aquiver...cottage cheese cheeks came my way....
Without my request, ignored were my "eeks"....what can I say?
The smell was atroshious....the stench so bad....
This wench had me....it was sooooo sad.....
I kicked and groaned....
She giggled and simply moaned....
Fish I thought....spoiled it must be....
How can this happen to me.....
I reached for my gun only to discover...
She had it in her grasp....I'll probalby never recover...
Purple and blue......
What am I to do...
Soon as it started it stopped....
I thought I would die with her last hop....
As she skipped out the door I heard her roar....
You've sparked my interest....
You are a lot.....
But [b]Hangfire[/b] is my desire....
He lives on my trailer lot......
I gotta move the Hell out of this neighborhood