Her name was Wana. My first and only slope.
I boned her last night. I done-did her right here in Kentucky, in the heart of the Bible Belt.
Wana didn’t say, “Me so hoh-nee, me love you long time!”
Instead, it went like this:
“You so hai-wee.”
“What?”
“You hai-wee. You hai-wee man.”
“Oh yeah, I’m hairy. Like a bear.”
“No-no-no. (more…)
September 7th, 2001 | Comments (2)