tastes good. Cold. My teeth are all funny. Mastication
is good. There is that really solid connection where the teeth meet up again, like long lost friends
Wait. HAHAHA, is this a twist off? Baby, will you twist me off? Long lost friends. Yeah. Like my ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend. Wonder what he is up to? With his bad self. Why did I dump him? Oh, look. I’ve got his number right here. Dare me to call him? Dare me? What do you mean “that isn’t a good idea?” Party-pooper.
Wait, Wait, here comes my song! “I will survive…” C’mon, les dance. No, really, you can. Ya know what? Yer bewful. Really, man. Look at you man.
You are fuckin’ bewfull. With those eyes. And that mouf. Baybee, you gotta a great mouf. What? You gotta go? Where? Don’t leave me! C’mon!
Damn! Put my bes fringy jacket and tight pants on fer nuthin’.