The history of Jenny X.
The Legend of Jenny X started a long time ago in the small mountain town of Breckenridge. It began with a season long couch surfer and blossomed into one of the great stories of a tree stand havin', pickup truck drivin', gunsafe in the basement, New Hampshire redneck. No time for that story now, maybe more later, but since I'm into poetry according to my profile I have written this poem as an ode to Jenny X.
Jenny Jenny who can I turn to?
For the price of a dime I can always turn to you.
I know you think that I'm like all the others before,
Who saw your name and number on the wall.
508-361-8406
508-361-8406.
For the price of a dime I can always turn to you.
I know you think that I'm like all the others before,
Who saw your name and number on the wall.
508-361-8406
508-361-8406.
posted by Bob at 9:47 PM
2 Comments:
I heard that bottle o turkey is still out in the woods...half drank
I think he was hiding it from the wife.
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