The Dallas Cowboys were into scatology.
They had read a book by Vanya Vetto, called 'Lets Get Fucked up On Gropamine.'
In that book, Vanya wrote about how he preferred leaving deposits in the shower.
'That's so hot,' said one of the cheerleaders, who told me she wanted to do a runny one on me.
There was a bad case of gastro among the cheerleaders and I said no problem, I'd be happy to offer you each a thousand dollars to film your cascading liquid.
Bruno was a quarterback and he played stud in the movie titled, Chocolate Runneth Over the Cup.
'A fucking hit,' said my contact, a former FBI operative who moved into Langley to shake up the spineless CIA.
'They call me Max Gunslinger,' he said.
Another Max, I thought.
Big Tit Inc was being infiltrated with Max's.
And any Maxines that turned up, would be asked to leave.
'We don't employ Australian indigenous,' I said, at least with the Cherokee, they are never pig dog ugly like the Australian abos.'
