I went to church one day and I saw her standing there. She had pink pouty lips and such a lovely pair.... of big brown sparkling eyes, and long dark dirty hair. And she said, "You cant have this, holding out for a better dude." Fuck you. I didn't like those words, so I took her anyway. And after a couple years she began to say, "I'm glad you made me yours that bloody, awful day. When you pumped me up, good and hard, one summer night in your back yard." But what else could I do?… 続きを読む