Loosely translated it’s, “I dig the minimalist thing, and your cerci are smoking … call me for acrobatic sex.”

I’m tone deaf so I’ll opt for the TV hearing aid that’ll boost my fading senses – enabling the voyeur. If you’re headed back to the car and I’ve got my ear glued to a tree trunk and give you the wave off – you’d be wise to get take out…

I always wondered how them little buggers outwitted me despite my going to the creek every night. The ones that prefer abstinence are on the hollow hickory as lookouts.