Imagine a song crooned by a sultry luscious young woman with moony eyes and stockinged legs hanging down a stool.
Wait. The moment is here. You don't have to imagine it. You can watch yourself. Ponder the poetry of the lyrics. Ponder the heart of this young woman!
Imagine it’s your birthday party
and someone brings a cake
it looks so good and you just can’t wait for a piece
time comes to cut it up
and something goes terribly wrong
20 people at the party, 10 don’t have any cake at all
5 people just have a bite
4 have tiny slices
1 greedy bastard has got the rest of the cake in a vice grip....[SNIP]