The Adventures of Greene Shmokalotte

you can smell her..... it reminds you of flowers on a breezy summer day in some fairy tale land that just has to be too good to be true... you can taste her... the sweet juices still running down your chin... shes everything youve been longing for since that infamous day so long ago when you finally hit puberty. As she lays on her back her perfectly shaped tits seem to beckon your handz, you cant fight it, you are powerless in the clutches of Pu-tang. She says in the sexiest voice you can possibly imagine... "come here baby, i wanna tell you somethin" You edge closer and closer to her anticipating the words she will speak... you feel her warm breath on your neck... she whispers; "wait up" You move away from her a bit dumbfounded... the voice gets louder.... "waaaaaaait up" As you drift back to conciousness you begin to realize it was just a dream. You keep repeating to yourself "shes not real¿" in disbelief. You also come to realize your dad is yellin at you a combination of "WAKE UP!" and various other derogatory comments. You glance at the clock, 2:13 PM. Wednesday i think. You always hated Wednesday.