Read My Lips - the blog

Episode No. 16

OK, time to get comfortable, put your feet up and get ready for another glimpse into the life of your old friend Wicked Willie.

Wicked Willie lives on the upper floor of a lavish mansion on a secluded estate. Once the leader of the free world, he fell from grace as the woman who stood behind him walked over his back on her climb to success. Now a mere disbarred attorney, he is often left alone, with just the company of Stu and Benji, his two federally-assigned bodyguards. He just sits around playin' pocket pool, and allows his thoughts to drift on some of the more important things in life. Here are his thoughts. Maybe you will get a chuckle or two and maybe you will even agree with parts of what he has to say.

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Oh, my. I am back in China. It seems that Stu and Benji got a mercenary job so sent me back with some friends of theirs to China. I am workin' undercover as a fashion model in the Chinese garment district. I have been modelin' mostly leather products. A gig is a gig, I guess. They did give me a pretty posh place to stay and there are skanks aplenty. These dark haired beauties seem eager to do what they can to assist a Willie and his willie. I could imagine this to be paradise except it seems that all they ever serve is rice and rish heads. I was almost sure they had McDonald's here. Ummm, what I wouldn't give for a Big Mac.

I got internet access in my posh palace, but seem to be in such demand on the photo floor that I have little time to spend here that is not spent with this skank or that skank ridin' ol' Willie's spittin' pony or puttin' Monica to shame with playin' Devil with the Blue Dress On.

I never did get the chance to explain why I was cut short on my last message, but that broad shouldered skank pressed send and yanked her computer out of my lap. I told her that I was sorry for havin' used it without her permission and offered to buy her a drink. Well, we commenced to drinkin' vodka, shot after shot until ... well, I just remember drinkin' vodka and then wakin' up with that skank's head on my belly. That gal won the skank of the century award, I promise, but she didn't look all that bad when we were shootin' all those shots of vodka. And she could hold her vodka with the best of 'em, I give her that.

Well, I hate to cut this short, but seems I am on the good side of another turn-around, so let me see which one of these skanks I wanna play hide the sausage with this time. If'n any of you see Monica, tell her that these gals could give her lessons in wettin' a willie and if any of you see Hil, take a couple of pictures and send them to me, Willie C.

Well, I wish I had a good ride, so ya'll come on back here if'n ya need what I got to give, ya hear?