Gentlemen, it became clear to me Saturday night that Joe ( I have all the potential in the world) Morrrow is nothing more than my slutty aunt Tammy. Follow me here: the year was 1991 and I was 17 yrs old. A very formative, imaginative time in a young mans life. It was this year that I really got to know my slutty aunt Tammy. Aunt Tammy was a "girlfriend" of my moms younger brother Jimmy. Not really my Aunt but you make it to Thanksgiving and Christmas two years in a row and you get the honor of being called Aunt. Uncle Jimmy worked off-shore two-weeks in the Gulf laying pipe and two-weeks in New Orleans with Tammy doing the same. It was rumored that Tammy was a student of the stage. And by stage I mean the shoe show on Bourbon Street. Again, this was rumor but if Aunt Tammy's assets were any indication she would have excelled on stage. She was just as you imagine. Her skin was like fine leather. She was only in her late 20's but the amount of nicotine she used caused her to have a great weathered look. She only smoked Winston regulars in the gold box. ( something to so with NASCAR) And if anybody asked she worked as a receptionist at a tanning bed in Mettarrie. Or at least that's what her white tank top said. And she always wore white tank tops. No matter the temp or time she had on a white tanning bed tank top. Lets not get confused Aunt Tammy hated any type of support. Even better she was always cold.
Anyway back to 1991. Her and uncle Jimmy were over for Thanksgiving dinner. She drove up alone in her awesome Camaro IROC-Z.
Again, I was 17 and this hot women in white tank top no bra and driving a kick *** IROC-Z. I was in love! My mind was on one thing......
So as the day turned into night. Tammy needed to ride to the store for some Winstons and some Bud light. And without warning she asked me if I wanted to ride with her! This was it, the time had come. All I could see was...
And as we arrive at the Qwick-Mart, she has to reach over and get her wallet / cigerrette holder out of the glove box.
Not surprisingly she had a ton of ones stuffed down in there. And as she reached thats when it happened. I got a full veiw of the most tanned melons this side of the Mississippi. She had to know I was looking but she didnt seem to care.
She asked if I wanted to go inside with her, but it was better that I stayed put in the car. And as she walked inside I just kept replaying it over and over in my mind. Each time a little different.
Needless to say it was an awesome trip to the store. I will never forget.
Now this brings me to Joe Morrow. Joe, you have all the tools. You look great in Maroon. You are tall, you seem to run fast, but you cannot get open and you often have hands made of bricks.
When black Tebow lays on in the bread basket for you and you just drop it, I am reminded of my slutty aunt Tammy. A real tease.
Good Day.
IMPP
Anyway back to 1991. Her and uncle Jimmy were over for Thanksgiving dinner. She drove up alone in her awesome Camaro IROC-Z.
Again, I was 17 and this hot women in white tank top no bra and driving a kick *** IROC-Z. I was in love! My mind was on one thing......
So as the day turned into night. Tammy needed to ride to the store for some Winstons and some Bud light. And without warning she asked me if I wanted to ride with her! This was it, the time had come. All I could see was...
And as we arrive at the Qwick-Mart, she has to reach over and get her wallet / cigerrette holder out of the glove box.
Not surprisingly she had a ton of ones stuffed down in there. And as she reached thats when it happened. I got a full veiw of the most tanned melons this side of the Mississippi. She had to know I was looking but she didnt seem to care.
She asked if I wanted to go inside with her, but it was better that I stayed put in the car. And as she walked inside I just kept replaying it over and over in my mind. Each time a little different.
Needless to say it was an awesome trip to the store. I will never forget.
Now this brings me to Joe Morrow. Joe, you have all the tools. You look great in Maroon. You are tall, you seem to run fast, but you cannot get open and you often have hands made of bricks.
When black Tebow lays on in the bread basket for you and you just drop it, I am reminded of my slutty aunt Tammy. A real tease.
Good Day.
IMPP
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