It Was Another Payday
It was another payday, and i was tired of
Mr. Goodbar. I saw Miss Hershey standing
behind a powerhouse on the corner of Clark and 5th
Avenue when i whipped out my whopper and whispered,
"Hey sweethart, how'd you like to krunch on my big
hunk for a million dollar bar?" Well she immediately
went down on my tootsie roll, and it was like pure almond
joy! I couldn't help but grab her delicious mounds
because it was easy to see this little twix had the red hots.
It was all I could do to hold the snicker and crackle as my
butterfinger went up her tight little kit-kat and she
started screaming, "Oh henry, Oh henry!!!" Soon she was
fondling my peter pan and zagnut and i knew it wouldn't be
long before I blew my milk duds clear to mars that gave her
a taste of the old milky way.
She asked me if I was into m&m, but i said,
"Hey chicklet, no kinky stuff." I said,
"Look you little reese pieces, don't be a zero, be a lifesaver."
"Why don't you take my whatchamacallit and slip it in your
bit-o-honey?" (What a piece of juicy fruit she was too!!!)
She screams, "Oh crackerjack, you're better than
the Three Musketeers!" as i rammed my ding-dong up her
rocky road and into her peanut butter cup. Well, i was
giving it to her good-n-plenty when all of a sudden... my
starburst!!! Yeah, as luck would have it, she started
growing chunky, and complained of a wrigley in her stomach.
Sure enough, nine months later, out popped... baby ruth!!!
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