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It was another Payday and I was tired of being a
Mr. Goodbar. So I saw Miss Hershey standing
behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and
Fifth Avenue, and I whipped out my Whopper and
whispered, "Hey Sweetart, how'd you like to
Krunch on my Big Hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?
Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie
Roll, and, it was like Pure Almond Joy, I
couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds
'cause it was easy to see that this little Twix
had the Red Hots. It was all I could do to hold
back a Snicker and a Krackle as my Butterfinger
went up her tight little Kit Kat and she started
to scream "Oh Henry, Oh Henry!"
Soon she was fondling my Peter Paul and Zagnuts
and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my
Milkduds clear to Mars and gave her a taste of
the old Milky Way. She asked if I was into M&M,
but I said "Hey Chiclet, no kinky stuff." Why
don't you just take my Whatchamacallit and slip
it up you Bit O' Honey?" (What a piece of
Juicyfruit she was too.)
She screamed, "Oh, Crackerjack, you're better
than the Three Musketeers!" as I rammed my Ding
Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter
Cup. Well, I was givin' it to her Good 'n'
Plenty, when all of a sudden, my Starburst.
Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow
a bit Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in her
stomach. Sure enough, nine months later, out
popped a Baby Ruth.
 Revenant~Soul · Thu Jul 06, 2006 @ 02:20am · 5 Comments |
