Laura Bush is a Texas woman. Beneath even the most prim and proper exterior of such lies a tornado of erotic fury. Trust me on this, I am not speculating, I am reminiscing.
GAAAAH! Mental image… inescapable! Must… scrub brain… clorox… ajax… GAAAH! Nooo nonononononono…
I didn’t need to read that.
*I thought I’d seen beauty in faraway places,
till I looked upon those Houston faces,
spent Hollywood nights up in Beverly Hills,
but they werent nothin like one night down in BROWNSVILLE
I’m a pretty fair judge of the opposite sex,
and I aint seen nothin that will touch em’ yet,
they may be from Waco or out in Lampassas,
but one thing about it they all come from Texas.
*
- Hank, Jr.
Eh, I’d hit it.
Well, podnuh, you better bring it with you, or don’t go.
That’s when we point out the financial benefits of booty.
“Yar! Ye kin have all ye kin carry but a tenth goes to yer sergeant.”
(we really need a pirate smilie)
By which I assume you mean “loot”?
“All right, lads, for the last time, get this straight! Its ravage, plunder, rape…and then burn!”
elucidator you swine!! I almost choked to death on my root beer because of that, and I don’t mean with laughter!
Do that again, & I’m gonna tell PETA about those Alchemic experiments involving boiling gerbils to make gold.
It was not my intention to rouse jealousy or envy. Like any other scoundrel, however, I am pleased to hear of it.