One fine, postdiluvian day,
God glanced down on Noah and crew, midfloat..
((ding)) "NOAH.."
"Hmm..? what is that?
((ding)) "NOAH.."
"Oh, ****.. its the boss.. everyone, ****** chill"
((ding)) "NOAH.."
"yes Lord..?"
Noah, now concerning being fruitful and.. uh.. whatever
you know-- lala, and stuff.."
"Ya..?"
"Ya yourself, Noah.
Hast thou considered the howler monkey..?
That wild-assed little pair going at it up there in the crowsnest
are tantric AF."
"Dude.. you should bless those cute, hairy
little love-machines with the most *******-sounding
lovehowl on the planet.."
****.. I wish I was the one who thought of that..
:(
The End.
(This postdiluvian-dialogue was what was on a cartoon-like tract that was rolled up and left tucked in the jamb of my front door by the most gorgeous little J.W. doorknocker I have ever seen..)
true story (almost)
Mm.. to that cute little J-dub princess from long, long ago~
Baby baby baby
Take me in your arms and love me
cause you know what I am, anyway..
https://youtu.be/7RArN7nLaTc
xoxo
