Little Red Wagon Repairman
Girls Can't Wrestle
At 47 I can almost tuck them in my pants or tie them in a knot. I'm not comfortable when a gal cups my moobs in the same way I'd cup her boobs but am shy about communicating it. I try not to lean over and entice her too much.
"Is this it? That's what it's all about, Manny? Eating, ********, fucking, sucking? Snorting? Then what? You're 50. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you're eating this fuckin' ****, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here... Look at that. A junkie. I got a fuckin' junkie for a wife. She don't eat nothing. ****** all day with them black shades on. Wakes up with a Quaalude, and who won't fuck me 'cause she's in a ****. I can't even have a *** with her, Manny. Her womb is so polluted, I can't even have a fuckin' little baby with her!"
"Is this it? That's what it's all about, Manny? Eating, ********, fucking, sucking? Snorting? Then what? You're 50. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you're eating this fuckin' ****, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here... Look at that. A junkie. I got a fuckin' junkie for a wife. She don't eat nothing. ****** all day with them black shades on. Wakes up with a Quaalude, and who won't fuck me 'cause she's in a ****. I can't even have a *** with her, Manny. Her womb is so polluted, I can't even have a fuckin' little baby with her!"
