Lisa Lisa
Baronista

Tied to a firework stand
Electrocution never felt so grand

My sister in fire
More of Lisa I desire

If I win the lotto
I'd get her blotto

Show her the joy of my gay cock
Cause she fuckin rock

Of all the nags of Dismal, this one you don't turn yer back on. The others may be snortin' viragos, buckin' and brayin' an' she looks quiet and harmless...Ya best come up on 'er nice & slow or you'll git a hoof or 2 in yer belly and git yerself cleen knocked off that train!

All I'm a sayin' iz if she asks fer licker, ya don't giver 'er beer fer crisssakes!

An' a watch for that electric spank paddle!

That's all.

Lost in the outback in her tender years, young *LisA* survived at the teat of the wild dingoes- the ass of a cane toad was her pacifier and only toy. Praise Jesus, the ferral child was rescued by missionaries before she reached her teens! They learned her human speech, the ways of the civilized and now she is a right lady. I swear she is. She's real purty, just don't look directly into her eyes and if you notice her top lip curling, back away real slow. And oh, if you ply her with enough Jim Beam, she just might tell you the secret of Hanging Rock...or wrassle you till you cry blood tears.*LisA*, a lovely lass indeed!

Now lissen up- this chick's gonna peel the paint offa yer mojo stick an yer gonna beg for more. like this: Me Worm! Freshen My Drink, You Vixen of the Night School Extension! Clear Your Pipes for I Long to Be Serenaded by Supremely Saucy Sarcasm! And Fling Things Into Mine Eyes for I See Not Clearly Anyway, At least during the day..and when the night comes again be afraid- very afraid.