A post in the Bear Pit brings to mind the two derelicts talking one morning.
"Hey man, I picked up a woman last night down by the tracks, and had sex with her all night".
"Was she a good kisser?"
"Hell, I couldn't kiss her, I couldn't find her head".
"Hey man, I picked up a woman last night down by the tracks, and had sex with her all night".
"Was she a good kisser?"
"Hell, I couldn't kiss her, I couldn't find her head".
