I knew there was something about her
the first time I saw her.
There she was,
standing at the keg
pouring beers
for a long line of guys.
Her ample chest
was falling out of her blouse,
she had the deepest cleavage,
was passing out kisses
to all the boys.
And as I got closer,
I could hear
she was slurring her words
& taking verbal ****
from the ******* around me.
They were laughing
worse than sick clowns,
calling her all sorts of
disrespectful names.
And sadly,
I stood there thinking
"Hey dudes, none of this is her fault."
She was telling them
her daddy said she was a great kisser...
and asking them,
"Would you like to find out?"