Big Mabel called me up said meet me at Motel 4 so I jumped in my Cadillac without even opening the door. wind whistled across my baldhead tricked out Caddy, pimped, and laid to the side I'm driving about a hundred and five thinking of Bertha with them legs open wide. I bust through a nine-inch door using what I'm holding in my hand and I leaps on Big Bertha's cooch spinning motion like a six-blade fan. She rolled like a one-arm painter so I decided to give her a special treat that's when the covers slid to the floor and I smelled them funky feet. I stood there humping' the air while I tried to catch my breath and when I saw them crusty toes, I grabbed my draws and left.