So there I was at the IHOP.(The International House of Pancakes and there was
this this really hot ball of wax waitress. From across the lounge she winked with
her one good eye and motioned for me to meander on over to her station. She met
me with a certain limp and beauty that you could only get at an IHOP. So she told
me to meet her at her home above the new half way house for cocktails with her
and her three year old son, Ray Ray. I brought a vintage 97' Bottle of Boones
Farm. I believe it was Strawberry. When after three glasses of Boones and the
lovely waitress taking ahold of my heatstick, I knew the two dollars on liquor
would not go to waste. She jerked my man-sauce all over those tubas she called
tits. I knocked out her one good eye out with the second blast from my skin
cannon, Some shot got clear into the baby hamper were young Ray Ray lay. She put
my flesh pickle into her tight wimpering and quivering pink eye. She moaned with
delight as I pulled out the glass plate.