Folks I got a story to tell you, when I was thirteen I fell in love with my home room teacher, Ms. Lee. I would get up early, brush my teeth, take a shower, comb my hair, put on some underwear I found in the hamper and slap on my daddy’s Old Spice after shave. No, I didn’t have any hair to talk about, heck I didn’t have any on my dick either, maybe some fuzz but you’d need a magnifying glass to see that. If you wanna know the truth I was a late bloomer but let’s not talk about this here let’s just say I was special, yeah that’s right, special, I even wore a football helmet to sleep, still do. So off to school I would go and I would pass by the fruit store to swipe an apple for Ms. Lee but what I really wanted was a watermelon but can you see me now trying to stick that watermelon under my shirt and the rest of me skinny as a long neck goose. Any way I would put that apple on her desk and there I am smiling from ear to ear with my hands crossed on top of my desk. Omg I dreamed of her, you don’t wanna know hahaha. What became of her, she’s a pole dancer in some strip joint, getting lots of tips, don’t ask, the cold cash ones you freaking idiots. Hey, check out this song “Mr. Lee” and imagine it being about my woman Ms. Lee. https://youtube/watch?v=Yxh-3Qmujs0 Folks, can you keep a secret, I found out where Ms. Lee pole dances, I’m always sitting up front and I hoot and holler the loudest and I give her my tip, don’t ask, thanks and I hope you like the song, a top 6 hit in 1957 on the Atlantic Label, ciao, Jimmy
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 16:29:44 +0000
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