Remember last summer?

Hey Dave, lets go out! It’s a beautiful day. Me, you and Sally. Oh the fun we’ll have. Remember last summer? That’s when I knew you really loved her, I could tell. The way you tossed me to her, not too hard, but strong enough that she had to stretch. She’d have to catch her breath with giddy excitement. She really is perfect; her soft, petite hands daintily grip my edges as she throws me back at you. We always laugh how her efforts never make the distance, and you have to pick me up off the ground, but that’s why you love her, her femininity, her joy of life. Oh she is so beautiful, I love being with you both.


She’s dumped you hasn’t she? Never mind, come back to good old Boomy. She never understood you like I do, that bitch!