Your woman wants RFK JR …
Your woman wants RFK JR to INGUGDOOLATE HER …
Your woman has fantasies about RFK JR tying her UP and flogging her with some sexual flogging tool you’d buy off the back pages of Hustler …
Your woman is at home, right now, thinking about RFK JR.
Your woman took a long lunch last week with her old college friend, Kendra, and they both made a LOVE PACT to find RFK JR and to allow HIM to insert his power wand into their boovulas and in that way make ba-ba-ba-babies …. that’s what your woman said on FACEBOOK.
Your woman has been YOUTUBE talking about RFK JR and his abs and his pecks and she’s really JUICING IT UP …
Your woman recently took a “moistness test” at her gynecologist office, thinking about RFK JR and about being pinned to some nasty dirty bed in some alley some place.
Your woman started writing this “romance novel” …
It’s about her and some old pirate named “Rob” …
They fight the British Navy and get exiled to a swamp and sex oil grease island where they are both scantily clad and it’s humid, and there is plenty of rope.
She loves him.
Your woman has been trotting around town in slinky outfits, meeting up with greasy dudes at the Screw Bar in Grinken Town. She wears torn fishnet stockings and had poorly drawn makeup and she’s kinda drunk and high on crack.
Your woman is driving your car out to the beach …
She’s wearing a bikini that has see through cups …
She bought SKUZZ WAX from TANDRY’S off of Digton Street, where the hooker congregate and trade stories of their “fishing trips” …
Your woman is hot and spicy and there’s no holding her back …
She knows what she WANTS and she WANTS RFK JR …
Your woman dreams about RFK JR and his JUICED OUT chest …
She knows his testicles have shrunk back into his body because of his dosing, it explains his voice and his acne … but she wants him.