You know, it was back when the Vietnam war was going on. Terrible war, just awful. It was so mismanaged. I should have been in charge of it.
So back then it was so hard for me. All these women wanting to get their hands on my body. Well, they probably wanted to get their hands on my money, but hey, I was a good looking guy. Still am. Great hair. The greatest.
So there was this one girl. Beautiful girl. A ten, maybe an eleven. Beautiful face. Incredible body. Tits out to here, because, you know, that's the most important thing. You know, a lot of these women, when their tits get to the right size, gravity takes over. It all goes south, if you know what I mean. And I'm not disrespecting the South. Love the South. They love me there. So gravity, you know, and it all sags and they look like pigs. But not her. I don't think they'd been there long enough for gravity to do anything, if you know what I mean. So there she was, and I was all ready to, you know. So there she was, but then I noticed she had a rash on her, on her whatever—I'm a very observant guy. You can't put anything over on me. So I had to say, “No. I just won't do that.” It wouldn't be smart to take that risk, and I'm a very smart guy.