NEEDLEPOINT LAPIERRE
The guy was a dungeon, and I hoped
he'd never come over to me and start
talking like that. I could whomp him
like Muhammed Ali. And I would, too.
Time and circumstance and want had
conspired to give me now once a
forceful set of what they call cojones
down at the gym. They talk big there
because there aren't any ladies around.
Then when their wives come in,
they all shut up.
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