The Morning light shown bright into the window

The Morning light shown bright into the window above. I raised my head and looked instead upon the lass so beautiful next to me. My glaze is cast at this sweet lass

who lays on her belly with her ass shining in the yellow morning glow from the window above the bed. I know not her name an will never see her again but for this moment I love her

the way my Aunt Beth loves a good old-fashioned cream sicle. The orange kind with the white middle. Mmmm. But that reminds of the horrid night in November when

Uncle Gus confessed he was gay and in love with Pat Robertson. It was not long after Thanksgiving and we were all still digesting leftovers, but Aunt Beth sure livened up

the joint with her gospel tunes. She apparently missed the conversation about her husband's love of gospel preachers (Pat being just the most scrumptious). The gravy was congealing

quickly over the pale skin of the underage prostitute - she would do anything for a job, even pose as a thanksgiving dinner for a hefty Republican Senator. "Turducken!" He said,

tucking into the dish before him with relish. I cringed and looked away, unable to bear the thought of that poor girl being eaten alive by this hack politician, a birther no less.

But she had already been eaten by him, several times -- and she _liked_ it. Too heavy for me to handle, I wept quietly under a not-quite-full moon.

I was nothing like the clan leader, I had no battle scars, no missing eye, no double rainbow, nothing!

I was a little and insignificant Pikachu, I couldn't deal with all that pressure, I was not even getting close to evolve! So I decided I would go back to be Ash's slave.