Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Dirty 4: Happy New Year!


man trauma.

He couldn’t believe his luck
When she walked through the door
She was gorgeous and she’d eyed him
She was coming in for more

So now he’s in the bathroom
She’s clamoring to get in
He tries, he cries, but no surprise
He can’t hold his erection

Thus he curses that last unhazy moment
When ‘why not’ had sealed his fate
That he’d have any remote chance
Of consummating with his date

God damn this New Years Eve, he cried
God damn that one last beer
But it was only his own fault
That he won’t get laid this year.



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