Gather around lads! I will tell you the time I almost smashed Jessica Simpson.
Jessica Simpson (she was fat during this evening)
It has been awhile since my last confession. Gather round lads.
One hot summer day, we were both at the local Sheets pumping gas. I was filling my truck, so I had plenty of time to kill.
I was pumping gas into my motorized vehicle. She strolled up to me and placed her hand on my pump hand. "Didn't I meet you on a summer cruise?" She asked, in that wistful, Dallas City way, suggestive of bacchanal. My body seized up. Every muscle was taut, yet her eyes slid into the back of her fake blonde head.
I approached closer.
"Perhaps you think I deserve a spanking?" She suggested. My head nodded imperceptibly at first, then shook violently.
"Well," I said, after taking a long, lazy drag on my clove cigarette, the kind that lovers do on the eve of Gotterdammerung, "I just made some cherry kool-aide back home. And I've got oreos. If you've got that hankering, why don't you drop by." I slipped her my card, then strode back to my truck. My big Monster truck.
She never did show up.