Tomorrow

I think I'll be remembering tomorrow for a very long time. Let me grab my seat here in my comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair and I'll tell you about it. Once upon a time, a long time ago...so long ago that as a matter of fact it was during the original reign of the Louie Louie Generation...Louie Louie was still all over the radio...my Lady Wonder Wench gave me a wonderful yesterday to remember.
It was one night when we were first dating. She was driving...we went through a toll booth...it was late...she had on shorts and a slightly sexy top...which on her is anything less than an iron shirt...nor ironed...iron. You've heard her voice. And the rest of her looks like she sounds. We came to a toll booth, and she looked up at the toll taker...a young guy with a heavy metal station playing in the booth...she smiled sweetly and said, "My you look so lonely."
I thought he was going to drop his eyes, his teeth, and his badge. You could hear his glands crashing into each other. His tattoos were actually shaking when he handed her some change. She smiled again, and we were off. She did that kind of thing all the time. She created testosterone tsunamis wherever she went. She still does, all these years later.