I had thought about it and thought about

I finally gathered the sack to approach her, I saw that Apeman Broseph, the biggest tool on the football team, had beaten me to it. Liz looked intoxicated by his hairy biceps and

hairier eyebrows. But I still had the sack. It was full of rocks. I swung it like a shotput and connected with the back of his head. It exploded like a melon. Liz gasped and

tried to hold the fart that was lodged right at the threshold of her ass. She tried to relax her face muscles as she tried to seal her sphincter. Just then I slapped her on the

stomach, and her sphincter gave up, a loud FFFRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT followed, "what's that?" I asked. She coughed hard. A pungent smell filled my lungs. "Oh, ok........" I managed to s

-s-s-secure the,the integrity of your cautch th-th-thru this or-d-d-eal but...now I r-really need a bathroom!"I flinched and she yelled on my face since I was still on top of her:

"Stop stuttering when we have sex!" I admitted the rotary motion was involuntary, but now we both needed the toilet. Bad. Ugh. This was my script for Sex and the City. I was hired.

Then I was fired. The series ended a decade ago. And he wasn't a producer. He was a homeless ex-felon who had done 20 hard for his role in the notorious St. Bonaventure's Day

Dance-Off where 5 people waltzed themselves to death under his compèreship. The sixth remains in a vegetative state to this day. I wandered morosely as a cloud, when suddenly I saw

a crowd, a host of golden daffodils!Beside the lake,beneath the trees, fluttering & dancing in the breeze.It was here I finally found my peace.I lay down in the flowers, exhausted.