βWhere can we go?β Oklahoma {the cowboy} asked. Β Β βHow's about the out-house?!β Becky suggested. Β Β βNo, I mean to ****?β Β Β βOh, how's about the kitchen then?β Β Β They must've crapped 3 hours over everything: stove, sink, trash compactor. Later, it was heard: βWhere might we go to eat?β Β Β βI don't know, but the kitchen's filthy with ****.β Β Β βIn that case, why don't we try a fancy French restaurant?β Β Β βAll French restaurants are fancy!β Β Β βNot when we gets through shittin' in them!β Β Β βGood one,β Becky observed as she was itchin' to do some shittin.' Β Β βLet us share kisses,β Daphne Alcott instructed, βthat will compel the world to question whether we're fish or fowl.β Β Β Montgomery Windsor-Bridgewater had repelled advances identical to this but now he melted like a pat of butter between elephantine thighs. βOh Daff, I'm prepared to do even more: visit southern ports, establish a **** lab, steal from Peter & Paul as they are both out of town.β Daphne was an expert on many things; she could melt ice cream by sitting on it a long time, cause tires to leak by piercing them with ice picks, destroy printed materials in hearths. She was good-looking too with lots of fine attributes. Her hair was okay. You should see her rack, box-trap, caboose! All 3βworth the trip! You'd pay to see 'em twice! You'd pay without knowing why, because: if chicken wings worked they wouldn't be soup. A love that beckons reciprocation is one worthy of philanthropy. A storm incapable of flooding New Orleans needs pushing. A widow who refuses timely advances will find her mail box empty.