Meteor showers, is the way I see it. Forget about fireworks, this is astronomical. Not even Lucifer could get in between the tight spots on that ivory scepter's ruby lined treasure box. A cluster of bloody gems fell upon you, and you smiled. No where else but 'there' are you crowned like a big bad Jesus up in the air with his friends. Hanging around, he's got a thief on his left and a pimp to his right. I wish it would have been a good night. This is a knighting for twilight eyes and a pair of perfectly hungry rubbing thighs. Mary Tyler More than you had bargained for with chore boy in hand. Waiting to scrub the back of that spent Heeb. His rock will roll itself into a Holiday inn for more than just three days of rest. She's going to fuck that savory corpse back on its feet, and is okay with getting as little credit as possible. It's more than her booty it's her God given duty.