Oh mine dearest Edna, you fortify my loins with the ease of a Mexican jumping bean.
You are the essence of Cholula hot sauce, distilled drop by drop into my beating heart.
When I gaze upon your visage, my face and eyes uncontrollably move and spasm, much like my stomach and its visitors shift and shake after a hearty meal shared with you.
If life were nothing but an endless succession of trips to Famous Dave's, I'd want nothing more than to spend it with you, wiping barbecue sauce off of your celestial lips and cherubic cheeks. Written for Dr. Feelgood.
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