Not unlike an ugly baby with a tail

Vestiges of that past life have made it into a very large black lawn bag and chances are, after the staff takes its pick, will make it to the low-dollar rack and some lucky obese migrant worker's gonna get himself a wrinkle-free bargain. It's all been shedded -- the pounds and the excess and I'll be damned if that woman at Hooligan's tonight -- the one Jesse and I tried rather unsuccessfully for C. Rupes to take a look at -- didn't have the finest ass we'd seen in a while. Bowie might've creamed the same team, but at least he knew the finer points of a large-bottomed girl. Flip night is genius though our luck vanished between the synapses that control verbals and the visuals absorbed in the bartender's breasts... Tails are tails and not "butts." Heads are heads and not "tits." We're on that threshold and that push is gonna come with the slow turn. Hoo-boy: a good ass is a good ass -- no matter what vestiges it may try n' hide. And you motherfuckers know well deep inside we're gonna win.