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Oh Susan,
Time is a short construct of minutes, hours and days. Shhhhh, our moments are cheap and full of toxic gas, so we must act quickly, like a leaping cow, who now must love his sad existence on this plane but in the next we will conquer the evil dwellers and be part of love and kindness.

Susan, I must be quick. My time is literally coming to a crawl, now I am about love, I am about the dreams of our society all wrapped up in my poncho loving boisterous body. Oh Susan, I want to show you my female flower and let you spray your water spout of love on it. You are a love, a delight and I have a sweet timeframe in my being.

Now, Susan… are we were, are we love and kindness? NO! WE ARE NOT!
That damn minstrel is trying to kill me in my sleep and I no longer will take it. I want to tell that mandolin loving plinker, I have an issue. Just sit the Plinker down and say, “I have an issue!?” It’s inquisitive and yet hard fought. That minstrel is not about love, No. No love there.

Now, friend Siebert is also on the outs. He tried to grab my loins and while I I allowed this for a few hours, than I had to reel him in and say, “meep meep.” He knew, oh how we knew. I want to be full. To be in love with love.

I have a new puppy. I call him hot sauce and like to lick him.

I have called to the heavens and said to the heaven, I will write a song to usher in a new day of tidings for us all. I feel like you’re fine Susan. You always like to bathe in misery, but the bohunk is down and needs a pop of life and a fill to his cup.

So, get on your dancing shoes.

Wooooooo…. Woooooooo…. Wooooooooooo…. I went wooo… I went wooo… I saw him walking on by with that strut in his eye

Minstrel: Who is it.

Woooo… Woooo… Woooo… He has sex in his step and bop in his bottom.

Minstrel: Who is it?

Woooo…. Wooooo…. Woooo…. It’s the bohunk! He’s sex appeal and all the girlies like to squeal for that bohunk! That bohunk! While he loves a good slut, he prefers a round butt, that’s the bohunk. Oh, that bohunk.

Minstrel: Who is it”

Wooo… Woooo…. Wooooo… I said it’s the bohunk. God minstrel, don’t make me beat you with the bohunk’s shoe, and let me tell you, about the bohunk, oh the bohunk. He’s Susan’s main man, and he’s got a cute can, it’s the bohunk! It’s the bohunk.

Minstrel: but who is it?

Woooo…. Woooo… Woooo… I said it was the bohunk! THE BOHUNK! He spreads his cheeks and makes me wanna lick, for that bohunk! Yum, yum, that bohunk.

(Insert the obo solo we all know and love.)

Minstrel: I like him too.

I know Susan, you’r win love with everything. I want to say, pet the bohunk. Spread your love far and wide to the end of the earth and show the world your soul and kindness. You have a heart that’s big and full, like a chest of thighs and bulbus cheese. You are an amazing person, I adore your moment.

Some housekeeping. The lanky one and the frenchman are hooking up with the lanky one now pregnant. Their friend Travis has killed a flower. I punched him and am now in hiding. I am heading back to the big city. I was let go from my previous CEO position for insisting we hire The Black Eyed Peas for our pizza brunch. I also made out with a mop, who is my new husband, plloom.

Shhhhhhh

Speed goodness through my poncho.

Toodles and Toshes.

Wanda