POON poon, POON poon . . .

by bookindian

I never really understood what all the fuss was about over the “Poontang Trilogy” I mean why did the feds confiscate the film?? I guess the same logic that was behind giving the 404 to Tropic of Cancer and Lolita . . . HOLY CRAP; look at what is on prime time Tellyvison these days . . . some shit that is only suitable for 5th grade mentalities . . .

BOP

South Park and Robot Chicken are like Ozzie and Harriet, and Saturday Night Live used to be, pretty tame by comparison.

POON poon, POON poon . . . makes me think about the backseat of my old ’49 Merc with the suicide doors . . . you could have a PARTY in the backseat!! You coulda hung a disco ball from the ceiling and not worried about hitting your head on it when you stood up . . .

BOP

The first thing the girl at the DMV said when I was registering the Merc was, “It has a BIG backseat . . .” I don’t know if that was a hint or simple statement of fact . . . Ronette-style beehive hairdo and a tight sweater . . . POON poon, POON poon . . .

BOP

True love baby, no shit . . .” (POON poon is similar to the sound of your heartbeat) . . . and with the stick on the floor you could brush your GF’s bare leg as your hand returned to the steering wheel and not get slapped, but if she was sitting THAT close, your hand never go back to the steering wheel . . . POON poon, POON poon . . . Santo and Johnny sleepwalking in the backseat

And, remember how the PT Cruiser was “supposed” to be the “Personal Transport” Cruiser?? BULL SHIT, we all know the “PT” stood for “prick teaser” . . . that’s like saying you didn’t recognize “Muno” in the KIA Sorento CM as the red DILDO that he is . . .

BOP

The trashman . . .

p.s.
I gave you the “bare bones” version of “Sleepwalk” because its like finding your GF “forgot” to wear panties . . . here’s another listen . . . 1968.

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