This was certainly going well, I thought.This was certainly going well, I thought. I was a bit nervous, however, because I hadn't dated [anyone into necrophilia] much at all. Although I was 19, I had never had a girlfriend, and had never held hands with or kissed a woman [but had experimented with our family dog during elementary school]. I wasn't ugly [I was hideous], far from it, but for some reason, I just hadn't had much luck with women [perhaps it was my greasy hair and offensive BO]. Then again, I never really tried [washing] either. But here was this fine babe cuddling with me [and the foot!], and I didn't have to do a thing [I was dead, anyway]. We arrived at the theater a little early, so we decided to kill some [passersby] time by going [joyriding] bowling around the corner. She claimed to [have a bad case of crabs] be a bad bowler, whereas I was pretty good [for a corpse], but she made me a bet as to who would win. I asked what the stakes were [for], and she informed me that if she won, I had to give her a backrub. |