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If I hadn't gone home when I did that day, I wouldn't have been the one to grab the mail from the box, and when I did - well, let's just say that I'm a curious guy. So when I saw a letter addressed to my mother with a return address from some outfit called "What's Love Got to Do with It", that curious nature of mine took over. It wasn't junk mail, because if it was I would have just figured that it was the same kind of crap I get inundated with all the time. Luke Warm Mama: Well, I guess my breasts are pretty good. Luke Warm Mama: Yes, my tits :) Young Fungi: Tell me about them Mama. This had a stamp on it, not a bulk mail thing, and it looked like a bill was inside. If that wasn't bad enough, in the part for a personal comment, while she wasn't as graphic as many of the ads, there was something unsettling about reading this from your mother. Cute kid like you, what do you want with a old woman? Luke Warm Mama: To be honest, the picture is a few years old.
Part of me was excited but another part of me said, "come on Mom, you can't be that desperate".
*** I blame it all on my Psychology 101 professor... Young Fungi: I don't give a shit about bimbos with silicone jugs.
If the old coot didn't cancel one of my classes, I wouldn't have gone home in the middle of the day.
I guess the name of the site pretty much came out and said it, but I hadn't been expecting this.
.98 later, I was trolling through the offerings of "What's Love Got To Do With it?