I'll never forget Joy, and I'll never forget the way we met.I'll never forget Joy, and I'll never forget the way we met. Every weekend I go over to a friend's apartment and play games [hide and seek] and I would see Joy standing outside her apartment a few doors down [squatting over a bucket as her toilet was blocked by my bullshit]. I would stop and say hello [come here often?], and we started to chat more and more each time [about train spotting]. Then, one day I showed up, and Joy was standing by the stairs leading to my friend's apartment dressed in this very sexy, killer outfit [I especially liked the chainsaw!]. She was tall, and had a small figure (some might call her lanky [those who hadn't experimented with psychedelic drugs would call her imaginary]), but she was nicely shaped, and this outfit showed of her curves magnificently. And the short, red dress accented her lovely legs [all nineteen] very well. "Wow," I said, "going somewhere tonight?" [thought "do you come here often?"] She replied, "Out with you, I hope!" [did she, fuck!] I was totally taken aback [not realising that I was already tripping]. This beautiful, former model, [yeah, in your dreams] wanted to go out with ME. I must have looked a little shocked [especially when she hit me with the cattle prod] because she looked at me and grinned [as she let off the charge] as she told me that she knew she wanted me ever since she had seen my captivating hazel eyes [rolling around on the post mortem table] Those were her words, not mine. I quickly stammered my approval [how could I refuse, being dead?] so we hopped in my car, and headed out to a movie. I suspected that she wanted a little more than [a shag] to go out when she started snugling close to me in the car [and pulled out a dismembered foot from her handbag]. |