Once upon a time,
Up in Ghost’s dome….
Somebody texted him early,
Only Dark Side was home…
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They wanted his advice,
On something relational…
He was tired and ornery,
Feeling very confrontational…
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So digging down deep,
He devised something dastardly…
When you get done reading this,
Someone will say…quite bastardly…
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This person received a reply,
Quite confounding…
On Ghost’s phone,
Was a woman…astounding…
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The mystery woman,
Was very polite…
Calling herself ‘Sammi’, she’d grabbed the wrong phone,
Apologizing she came across, a cheery delight…
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Angered the texter,
Demanded the Ghost…
Mystery woman complied,
Too easily…almost…
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The texter had chatted,
With Ghost ’til near midnight, he ended it nice…
Making a ‘Sammwich’ and passing out,
He did tell her twice…
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Dark Side fielded,
The texter’s queries…
The soundtrack in his head,
“I’m an Asshole” by Denis Leary…
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The texter quickly moved past,
The lady next to Ghost in the bed…
She fired off questions,
Ghost so tired, he wished he were dead….
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After 45 minutes,
Dark Side had taken enough…
The texter was pushing it,
St. Pat’s had been rough….
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Not content to have the Ghost chatting,
While another woman lie in bed next to he…
Demanding a phone call the texter was,
Time for the genius plan, unfolding, it be…
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Reminding the texter,
of the dim-witted, yet polite, tart in his sack…
Rolling back over he’d be doing,
Doing as he damn we pleases, is most certainly, Dark Side’s knack…
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Boldly declaring,
“Going back to sleep!”…
He set his alarm and put down his phone,
Breathing returning, to rhythmic and deep…
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As he rolled over,
His smile quite evil, oh that crooked grin…
Dimple apparent,
This most certainly was a win…
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His bed was exactly how he liked it,
Not full of young, bare-breasted women…
Just cool air across his face,
and not a soul in it….just him…
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Dark Side’s an asshole…O-wee-Ohhhh!!!!!!!!
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Shout out to all you b*stards who made St. Pat’s special!!! See your asses next year!
For the Ghost….Dark Side Rules!!!
Ghost out…
Dark Side is bad….so very, very….rotten….
I think I say that I love your blog too much. Maybe I should stop, but I won’t, because I often don’t do what I should… Anyway, Ghost, as always F***ing Fantastic. (trying to keep it PG!).
I think if I got a boob job, I’d get more readers. What do you think?
Well, Ghost, that depends… Are you going to show your readers your boobs? And what size are you thinking? Because as much as I love boobs, I really don’t like the way the fake ones feel. They are always kind of rubbery or something… So, if you are asking my humble opinion… If you want more readers, skip the boob job and show us your cock.
Just teasing… Well, maybe…
S**t! Sorry, forgot about the PG thing!
It’s all good. If I had fantastic boobs…I’d flash those babies all the time.
Wasn’t prepared for the Wang presentation….hadn’t even crossed my mind….hmmm…maybe that would do it!
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