“DARLENE, LOOK, there're 2 young lovers ******* in the dark.”
“*******? Don't you mean kissing?”
   “What'd I say?”
   “*******.”
   “No thanks, I've already eaten.”
   “You meant park, right?”
   “No I didn't.”
   “I don't care for your brand of fun. I say no thanks to it.”
   “Darlene listen. When's the central government going to show
the passionless resentment, or resolve, that'll lay claim to the
unseen problems inherent in my life?”
   Darlene just sat there: so dumb, so beautiful. It seemed that she was unconcerned, disconnected, lost in Darlene World. Perhaps a rattle snake stuffed into her underpants would stir her? It's worth a try. I'd be willing to give it a go.
   “Look over there Darlene!” I'd say to which she'd reply:
“Do not stuff a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Okay, if that's what you don't want me to do then I shall abide by your wishes, besides, I've got more important & exciting things to do than stuff a rattle snake into your underpants.”
   “Like what?” She'd ask.
   “Like plenty of things,” I'd say, although I'd be
unable, or perhaps unwilling, to list any.
   “Could it be that you have nothing better to do than stuff a
rattle snake into my underpants?” She'd ask intuitively.
   “No! That's not it at all. I love you
Darlene. Can't you understand that?”
   She looked at me penetratively, her underpants snakeless.
“And I love you. Let's find some way to express our newly-
discovered  fondness for one another without you stuffing
a rattle snake into my underpants.”
   “Maybe, but I still might do it for kicks you know?”
  “Well, sure, as long as you know the difference. ---
Is that your niece? What's she doing with that *****?”
   “Oh, him, I think he's determined to make her pregnant.”
   “That's wonderful!” Darlene proclaimed as we
were all negroes so it didn't mean anything anyhow.

Fly over neighborhoods like the cops do! This chopper has it all: flashing lights, tail section, rotors!!! You'll be Mister Big **** at the controls! No helicopter flying experience is necessary! This baby flies itself! Tired of women ******* at you: morning, noon and night?! Get even with these filthy, clap-ridden ***** by dropping bombs on them out the window of your free police helicopter!

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