The Cock and Balls of the Country
I want every man to challenge me to a duel.
I goddamn love when some male gets disrespectful. As long as legally I am in the clear, girl oh girl am I ready for battle.
My perch overlooking Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn makes me feel like I am The American Gangster. And I am. Because the cops don't want me and I am being very bad at the same time. I do stuff no boy does. All day. Because except for a few narrow instances of slightly illegal stuff I may do, like... moving a headstone at a cemetery yesterday so I could climb over a fence, I am completely unstoppable by law enforcement because they have nothing to stop.
Girls you stop me all day every day. I am your gallant Congressman. But boys. All. Get. Out. of. My. Way. It's not fair. I am so intimidating they don't, challenge me. Which kinda sucks because I am so! ready to kill some of them for a just, legal and moral cause. You have no idea. If I am absolutely positive that I can't get in trouble, for ever, for killing a man and at least one of you is happy about it, I will goddamn do it now for fun.
If I was going to break a Federal law about national security I could tell you all kinds of Naval Intelligence stories. Pillow talk only.