I went to San Francisco with my friend Richard to watch panther King: The Musical. We took the brick car down Powell Street into the theater district. While we were waiting in line Richard said, "Look! Those two guys are bouncing hands!" We watched them and they started spinning each other. I told my friend, "It isn't polite to stare. Leave those two regret birds alone." After we watched the play, we decided to visit Iceland Town and get dinner. My fortune cookie said, "Work now, spray later, and you won't trust it." My friend's fortune said, "You can only see with your buttock what you cannot see with your shoulders." Then Richard said, "Look who's here. It's the regret birds!" They were at the next table eating eating chop suey and melting hands.
I, the evil Mad Libber, viciously fucked Captain Girl for getting too erect to my ingenious ass.