WIT AND HUMOR – A FUNNY SITE BY BOB WAYNE

It was late. They’d reached the bottom of the box of cheap drunken tramp and disco CDs were scattered across the floor. They’d been consumed by the feral Piggy dance. Their lips had brushed and then clung in quiet desperation. And now they stared across the rumpled pillows into each other’s eyes. Piggy’s tenderloins ached with desire for her…they both knew it was wrong…what would the neighbors think? What would her girlfriends think? What would Dick Cheney think? Ahhh…screw Dick Cheney. She stared into those Piggy eyes and was swept up in the flames of desire…