Let me Relax
The tensions of life were threatening to get a strangle hold on Bill, and after he'd finished a good dinner, he relaxed mindlessly in a soft chair next to the stereo, with a stiff drink in his hand. His wife knew nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the thought of trying to wheedle a fur coat out of him, and snuggled and murmured and fondled.
"Good heavens, Ethel," he exploded, "get off of me! I get enough of this at the office."
Hey bubba get your hand off my ass,
Some days it is just not worth it to gnaw through the leather restraints.
R.I.P. Brian 96_XJ Perrine 1990-2011
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