Saturday, November 17, 2012

LOVE STORY

I will seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.

I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.

And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.

All my love,


The Flu

Now get your mind out of the gutter, and go get your flu shot!


Don't blame me. Blame Doug.

3 comments:

Leonard Clark said...

What gutter? I just had a nice trip down memory lane! Thanks, Len

Grandmère Mimi said...

What gutter?

Len, you'll have to ask Doug. :-)

Genette said...

Gutter? Somebody get kicked to the curb with nothing but a swath of percale to rescue remnants of dignity?