JACK'S BLACK PANTS -
((Feels something making contact in the right 'knee area'... seems accidental at first, but now the PANTS/PANTS connection is a little more firm and deliberate.))
%% Whoa, now, what's this?! I know I'm new at this, but.... feels like somebody's cottonin' up to me fer sure! When that Lureen gal snatched me up at the Wild & Woolly Western Wear store in Childress yesterday I was gettin' a little nervous-- that is, until I saw Mr. JACK here walkin' up behind her and sayin', 'Sure, hun, those'll be fine...'. Then I watched him turn around and amble towards the Resistol aisle and... um... soon as I saw the way his beautiful backside filled out those blue Wranglers I knew I was gonna love my new job. (Also wonderin' why a man a means like him would be hangin' on to a obviously old and worn out pair a jeans like those.) While Mr. JACK was sleepin' last night I had a chance to get the lowdown from those blue Wranglers. Seems those PANTS have been around since JACK'S Momma was the one washin' em. 'BLUE' tells me that here in Texas there ain't any action ta speak of in the 'fly zone' with the exception of all the times Mr. JACK is thinkin' on a certain special sheepherder--
then, he says,
"Hang on to yer buttons, bud, 'cause there's gonna be some serious strainin' in those parts, 'specially when JACK gets to rememberin' a certain smooch-fest with his man after four effin' years. Seems that's the thing that gets him goin' more than anything else. Lureen? Nah... nothin'. Sorry, Mr. BLACK Fancy-pants, but you ain't likely to see any of the real action, like *I* have. JACK sure ain't gonna take you on any a his ~fishin'~ trips with ENNIS, it'll be me. Ahh, who knows, maybe you can make a trip ta Mexico with 'im one a these days." So-o...
now what's goin' on right here on this bench?! I thought I felt a little movement south of the belt buckle, but... is it really this RANDALL feller that's wakin' up JACK'S 'Sleepin' Beauty' (and WHAT a beauty....
dang! Whoo-EEE!) or, is all this talk about fishin' and cabins and whiskey makin' JACK ache for the true love of his life, which accordin' to JACK'S (blue) PANTS is one Mr. ENNIS DEL MAR. Well, since I ain't got much of a say-so as ta whose knee is rubbin' all over
my beautiful black brushed cotton knee, I reckon I'll just wait and see if Prince Charming Malone has what it takes to get a rise outta Mr. JACK. (But if this Randall feller keeps talkin' about 'little fishin' and 'little boat' and 'little cabin' and 'little whiskey', *I'M* gonna be askin' his PANTS if there's anything
ELSE 'little' he'd like to offer...)%%
JACK'S PANTS -
%% Dream on, Fancy-pants. Nobody's takin' the place of Mr. ENNIS DEL MAR. Ain't gonna happen. %%