Just when the original question of origin seemed like it would roll around the talented orifice of Ms Marlenya ad infinitum, the creature began to speak in a voice as soft as her floral petals but in a choral sound like fifty flowers speaking at once:
"SSSSHHHHHHHHH! , let the Baby Angel sleep. . ." Just then Buster realized that the woman of his dreams had lain beside him through the entire mystical fellatio repetitivo.
Buster asked: "Where did the reality end and the dream begin?"
Lilly replied: "When it felt goooood!"
Buster: So life is pain?
Lilly: Born yesterday?!
B: I've been around the block afew times not to be a blockhead. . .
L: You're a goddam, Charlie Brown
B: That's not fair! I am the cynic, skeptic and dyspeptic!
L: Roll over Beasty Boythoven. . .
B: But why the freebies, bitter cowpie?
L: Shut your legs, your breaf smells and find the Puss between my boots, Brutha!
And, And Goddam Charlie Brown Buster Fuckhead supped the sweetest catpie ever served his crusty clownship!
