Friday, May 28, 2010

WEST VIRGINIA PT. 1

WEST VIRGINIA PT. 1
by Ted Kennedy

His jaw was sore; sore like he’d been making out with a pillow for hours.

His neck throbbed; throbbed like he’d puked all morning.

His beard wasn’t growing as he’d hoped, and the motorcycle still sat in the front yard.  It needed a coil pack, but they don’t make those anymore.  Or so they said.
The guys on the softball team called him whipped, you know… by old mama ball and chain.  But he thought different.  If they saw how she treated him when they were alone, then they’d know.

Last night he showered in front of her for the first time.  He was embarrassed for them both.

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