kare-jokey

so there I was, there I was, there I was… in the dive bar, surrounded by the finest assortment of whiskey tango in the county.  You cannot find better grade cougar in three states! (well there is this one place in Barstow, but I digress)  I think camel toe was spotted a collective 9 times, beating my personal best by a good 2.  There was the red-neck woman in her oh so amazing white cowboy boots sayin -hey y’all and yee-haw- to all the other hostile man haters that wanted to key his truck the next time he cheats. (Hell Yeah…. oh) You had the cougar at the bar, or the table, or pool table or wherever you seemed to be looking, that had past her prime (about 15 years ago)  walkin around with unrestrained titsag, nose ring and cut jeans all while Levon was callin his child Jesus.. but the son of a preacher man had already done taught himself out.  A secret agent man found his crown and did some coke (or wait found it in some coke?) while the homey made some doves cry in the corner – probably because their ears were bleeding.  There was the hot teacher who wanted him to want her but I think the boyfriend was back and a total eclipse of the heart was narrowly avoided. Oh well, it could have been worse, he could have been a dancing queen- eek!) But even still, with all the ear bleeding, mind numbing top-of-the-lung-screeching, I can’t seem to stay away too long..  it just seems to hurt so good….