The wize one sits at his table and looks at the long line of femine beauties lined up before him. They are signing up for the Forum Chat Bar & Grill HFFL (Hot Female Football League) ah, sighs to oldster as they bend over slightly to sign the 3 pages of forms on a slight angle from his front anatamy. (
) this is the life, now all we need are 18 team names for three leagues, along with coachs, mascots, waterboys, assistants, assistants to the assistants and of course the trainers who will be caring for all those lovely and wonderous bodies...... Mac breaks out in a cold sweat as he visualizes the scenes in the locker rooms, the sweat becomes a torrant, he's dripping in wet juices and sliva, he hurridly runs into the inner sanctum, opens the shower door, pulls GT out of the wonderous cold cold stream of curing water and indulates himself under the freshness of coolness, The tigga is shaking off the droplets that had covered his body, he opens the door into the bar & grill, freezes as he notices the peaches lined up at Mac's table and those that are bending over signing all those ridiculas forms, He begins to shake again, the beads of perspiration break out once more, he slams the door and rushs back to the shower, pulls on the handle,, LOCKED, The old timer locked the ....... DOOOR, he screams.......
a showering Mac
