Oh yeah, I know you's gone be thinkin' bout me fo'eva. I bewitched you, and when dat bewitchin' ceases to beguile you, I will put a spell on you. When dat spell done stopped workin' on you, mama's gone try some a dat ole Marie Laveau's voodoo on you! So don't go thinkin' you's done wid me, cuz I ain't nowhere near done wid you yet..
Hmmmmph .... and don't go try talkin' bout no forever love wid nobody else, cuz I'se arranged for all sorts a thangs to fall offen you if you even think on such nonsensical mess. You best go on and idle dat trechurous two timin' mind of yourn. Mama ain't playin'. Cross me, and I'se 'ill dang shore be maken a believa outta you and any floosie you's thinkin bout steppin' out wid in yo mind or anywhere else you might be thinkin' you can hide 'er.
Boy, I got skillz and a back up plan. Dat's right, I said back up plan, and it don't include no boob job. I'se already got boobies that has made grown mens groan, and I got dem boobies honest. I ain't like dem two dollar hookas, das always chasin' afta you. I didn't hafta pay for mines like dem floosies did with their boyfriends money for some new man to enjoy them later. Ise done got mines from my mama.
What? You know what floosies I'm talkin bout ... the one's saying, "But, we loves him! I dont give a rat's ass who deh thinks deh love. I own your heart, your behind and the pants that's on it. And, I ain't 'bout to share you wid none a dem. So, you best go on an start actin' like you got some of dat good sense left whichin the good Lord done blessed you wif at birth.
Now, iffen we's half way straight ... I got some newts I be needin' ta boil up wif three nails from a horny toad. You can get busy mindin' your manners whiles I'se doin' dat. And, git your hands offen dat phone. Dehs ain't nobody you need to be callin', but me, and I'se gone be right here waitin' for you to come to your senses, and I don't care how dat happens. Jus' so you knows, I ain't above usin' voodoo, boobies or nothin' else to git what I want.
After, I'se done with this brew, we can take a wolk under the full moon. We got some serious smoochin' to do to git the blood flowin'. After dat, you in for a little sumthin' sumthin' ...
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I don't need anything to enjoy your boobs, but if you have a potion to make a pecker begger I'm all for it.
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ReplyDeleteWhy on earth would you need a begger for a pecker?
Lickety is not known for her love of peckers. She threatens to shoot them anytime she hears them knocking holes into her pine trees.
Now, if she had a potion for a larger penis...I'm sure it would contain essence of moi. haha. It's a curse.
@Coffeypot -- Ummm ... I hear smoochin' goes a long way to pecker beggin' ... just saying. If that doesn't work out for ya, I will refer to the Book of Spells.
ReplyDelete@Pookie -- A curse you say? For the ladies maybe. Addiction does have its dark side.