To: ameribbean expat

letting his inner Poodle off the leash so to speak
23 posted on
10/14/2017 9:40:55 AM PDT by
Chode
(You have all of the resources you are going to have. Abandon your illusions and plan accordingly.)
To: Chode
One thin October night
A bloated ex Vice President appears
For midnight fun
I need you to get down on the hotel floor
Give that man what he askin for (oh)
Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you (ah, ah)
And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use
Tensions rise as
Fever settles in hotel suite
Al Gore's Clothes dissolve
(I said)
Its gettin hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
Oil glides from the bottle
Skin feathers abdominals for a season
(A hard rain comes quickly!)
Then Gore is parched
Fingers are placed in the forest
For his lightning rod's celebration
(Penthouse, roof top, birds are feedin
No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve and, no teasin)
Unknown masseuses
Attempt to take their leave, unmounted
Celebrities ready their stirrups
[woman's voice]
I am gettin So scared, I don't wanna take my clothes off
Passion seeks hos and friends
The iPod of Pink songs
By the bed is shown
Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles
What good is the Treat Box if you aint using the condoms
The Nobel Laureate cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here is your Sex Poodle
30 posted on
10/14/2017 2:57:22 PM PDT by
grey_whiskers
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