A year from here I hope to proclaim (after processing): “I knocked up my girlfriend. It was my happy obligement. I would've knocked you up too, but you're too self-involved”
   Ahhh, my distant past: eating monkey burgers at Montgomery Ward, kissing ******* fallen by ****** bullets, slipping on a Trojan before visiting granny (in case I get lucky).

I was so mystified by dumb tricks & tired of your busy labels, that I
farted a final, tired **** at the Christmas tree 'neath the kitchen table
with my girl whose able ****'s cuntier than the **** of Betty Grable