The old man goin’ fishin’ ‘stead friskin’ ya?

Watchin’ foot ball but won’t give ya a foot rub?

Bookin’ the spread ‘steada spreadin’ your book?

Look to your fragrance. If he wanted to smell that flowery shit you’re wearin’, he’d go to a viewing. This might be a good time to pitch some new addition to the Get Lucky Line. Our original offerings of Just -In Motorcycle Tires, Just-Fired Shotgun Shell, and Just-Worn High Heels are now augmented by Just-Got- Here Pizza, Just-Poured Beer, and Just-Baked Bread*. Coming soon: Pizza/Beer/Sweaty Girl, A Blend (includes morning-after pill). Do-dah.

*Some of you already have this covered.

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