I have just yet begun to defile myself!
Smellin’ good, The Dogs loved Me and the pit- till Mama got back from the stores.
Again they toss Me out like a cheap Ho...
Y’ All get any of the storms last night?
Pups plowed under the bed covers at 0130 or so...let a possum cross the yard they’ll knock out a window to get it. Let a lighting flash come in the window, I get two quivering puddles.
Self-defiling begins in, 3...2...1... I gotta save a stogie fer Sunday, post-race.
Who’s gonna win the race, Sunday?
Mayhaps thing are lookin’ up for Schumacher.