I see her walkin'. She's got a hot rack.
I'll introduce myself, Mr. Back - From - Iraq.
She was def in Children Of A Lesser God.
I hope she doesn't find my loitering odd.

An abled earection binds me to her ass.
I hope she lays me on her Marlee Mat.

(And she thinks,
Can't keep my eyes from this circling guy. Bug-eyed cretin or just a store detective...)

"Hi!"

"Why you in my faith? You muth have bawls."

"Got no Lifesavers, but I do have Halls. You're Marlee --"

"Should I know your faith and name?"

"-- Uhh --"

"Call me Manitee, and I'll kick you lame."

"You're really deaf? Well, I'm learning to sign."

"Count five fingerth up your behind."

(And I think,
Can't keep my eyes off her gyrating thighs. Thumb-tied dipsh*t, just a waving nitwit, I)

My ad lib fingers spelled, "You've got nice hair."

Then Marlee nasalled, "E=M thee there."

I mouthed, "Can we meet here at a quarter to nine?"

"Your thpot thay, 'handicapped'. Hope you're quartered and fined."

"About the handiCAN, I DO give a sh*t!"

"Then roll a wheelchair ramp thtraight to their dix."

With my forefingers, I joined an 0 and a 1.

Then Marlee smiled, "Why didn't you thay tho, hon?"

Much later....

No fellation can compare with this
Her tongue makes up for what her eardrums miss
Can't keep my sign off her circling behind
My 8 inch pinkie made her hear quite clearly,

"YIIIIIII!!!!"