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Originally Posted by Demonpenz

Being in St. Joseph is tough business. Meth, payday loans, reasonable Mini-Golf prices. That is where it all started, like cinnimon rolls delievered from the Schwan's man my loins directed to the 5th hole. The one where the windmill delightfully goes around like a thing that goes around delightfully. Her name was Scruncho. Scruncho means beast in the wild in st josephese. The way she was scratching her back with a putter while the rash in one of her folds of back longed for a back scratcher. Our first date was a good one. I took her to the place that held special meaning for both of us. I took her to the Mini-Golf course. There I showed her how to put ... sort arms couldn't get wrapped around her jean skirt. She was much much too fat. I loved the way she looked at me. She lit up around me like finding a rouge chili fry that fell in between the seats of her dodge Caravan. All the times she got a belly ache and I had to use a wheel barrow to take her to the barn for cleaning. Her hair was matted red and white and smooshed like a baby dear ran over by THE SNACK BARN the roller snack bar that came around. Today Scruncho.

****, now I need a drink