GBU1254 -- "Figuratively Understood: Some People Are Ironically Nervous."

Day 1,254, 12:24 • Published in USA USA • by Noablule

"Not in my Mississippi you don't." This I wondered
silently aloud to myself as I looked out the window
of my humble home across the flatness of my Cornhusker ranch.

Marcos, my mixed breed Labrador, half raised his hear
as to tell me that talking to myself was better spent done
while he was out humping the neighbors dog then while he
was trying to lick himself to sleep.

"Missouri, Virginia, Illinois... what the freak?
Indiana, Kentucky, Tennessee... this is just...
heck, even Georgia... " I muttered trailing off
suddenly remembering a few hot Atlanta nights in
the cool of jelly-breasted woman's bed. "To
heck with this. Those Spanish bastards must be..."

And then it hit me; like the smell of crap that emanates
from the bottom of a baby's shoes after stepping in
horse manure. Meet 'em in Mississippi.

Oh Mississippi. How I love you so. Your four eyes
are irresistible. Your plethora of curves from you
many esses makes you so appetizing. I love you so
much Mississippi. I can't take my eyes of your PPs.

I shoke my head from de ja vu erratic erotic daydream
fantasy nightmare wet dream and made my way to the big M;
where I unleashed moderate damage but enjoyed every half
second of it.

Maybe again another time Mississippi. Maybe again another time.