the first time I came out
of the locker room the
flash bulbs were popping
like in the old movies
the crowds were screaming
as I walked to the ring
(can you see it?)
my first time in the ring
I whipped off my robe and
dicovered I had forgotten
to put on my wrestling shorts
I had half a woody too
dear LL, my condolences. no wrestler worth watching goes into the ring with only half a woody. i wrestled in high school and a bit it college (lost all five college matches when substituting for a wrestler who broke his leg skiing; i was available to return early from xmas vacation) . careful where your woody is around the frying oil. good luck in your new career. bri
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maybe you could take up pole vaulting larry. bri