Roy Orbison
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I could see her from the bar, her hair shone in the lights. It was a magical night. I asked the bartender for a ‘screaming Viking’s and got a scotch-neat. Some Latin number was playing on the sound system, but weren’t they all in those days. Her hair was cut just above her chin and she danced like a lion. She would run her fingers through her hair and scream to the music. I went right over to her and licked her face, she punched me in the nuts. She then clenched my ass cheeks close to her and used me like a strip club pole. I could feel my nuts in my throat along with the scotch. She said her name was Judas and I slapped her across the face, she shoved her tongue down my throat, and then the lights went out. When I came to my torso was strapped to the top of a table and my ankles were tied to their legs. I could hear her shouting football calls from behind me. I looked in the mirror and saw that she was behind me naked on a gurney. In her hands were out-stretched bungee cords and her ankles were anchored to a railing. On her head was a football helmet and a giant dildo glued to the top. I realized that she was a giant dildo torpedo heading straight for my ass! At this point the bartender asks me ‘what the fuck a ‘screaming Viking’s is’ and I realize I gotta stop taking Prozac, it’s really fucking up my day dreams.