Yahman yah

              he thought he was the shit he made her cry Jesus Christ JesusChrist JesusfuckingChrist when she came

he wasnt going to ask her for a highfivehe looked inside to his peanut gallery  I turned her inside out

Waahooo! You da man, you da man!

Right

      Shes gonna crave meshe aint gonna be able to get enough of me

Donbe losing yer shit now, yaint all that.

Wait  yaheard her

We did . . justdon get all caughtup in yourself.

                                                 Ya might not be whaya think yare; might have been a one-off.

Might not be who I think I am

Might not be.

                  Whamakes ya think yare?

Think Know  Yaheard her cry out

Aahyes, heard herheard her loud an clear; but she didn’t cry yer name, did she?

No not my name

                   But JesusChrist JesusfuckingChrist mighty close chortling smoked up out of the peanut gallery  Ya kiddin me Yare laughing

Muzzle it everyone . . . feelings!

You say feelings

I did, yadon want me, us, hurting yer feelings do you? 

I don follow  She busted a nut I made her cried JesusChri . .

. . That’s not your name.

No  Not my name

That’s our point. 

Your point

That’s our point; wouldn’t yahave liked her to cry your name?  Aint three syllables . . . Joe.

Your pointwhas your point

That she cried Jesus Christ.

 

Yathink thats oddIve cried JesusChrist  a wicked blowjob  taking a gal from behindwatching our reflection in a mirror

Yah.

      We rememberwe saw; crazy nights.

Just saying ya mightwe might be more impressed if she cried . . Joe!

Joe

    A single syllable don cut it Itd sound like a dog barking Joe Joe Joe   Joe Catch my drift Howling JoefuckingJoe still not conducivenot for a great orgasm the great orgasm she obviously enjoyed he cleared his throat  sought some acknowledgment 

We followcatch your drift, we do . . we do; if JesusfuckingChrist does it for you, then it does.

It does

If Iwe may.

May wha

                Wha

If we may?

Yamay knock yourselves out

Thank you.

Not yet

        Spit it out first

Awright.  Awright.

                    Whaif rather than JesusfuckingChrist . . she cried . AwRoger Roger! Fuck!Roger! whaif?

Roger

Five syllables each, man. JesusfuckingChrist. AwRogerRoger.

Roger

        Roger who

Ya got a buddy Roger.

                        While Jesus Christ aint a buddy, he is familiar.

Ya don take exception when JesusfuckingChrist is cried. In the heat of passion.

Yalook funny.

Yabeing funny

No.  Just saying.

                          Changes the dynamics.

after 1700,  Thursday,  29  7. 21

0117,  Saturday,  7  8. 21

Morris Albert  Feelings  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thKNDghvFRQ