Jimmy B stood at the corner of division Ave and pine, waiting for his girl Sally G.
Jimmy wait, nervous and agitated, wiping his nose and flinging snot on the curb, it was clear and not that noticeable, but sometimes he would get big Green bastards and just wipe em on the wall or wherever he could, and even sometimes on his Levi's. It was a disgusting site, he did it constantly it was like a habit or something.
Sally G finally met up with the Jim-miester and plants a big warm kiss on his snot crusted face, slipping her red hot tongue sensually down his flem-hole.
"Hey baby, miss me?" Sally said as she nuzzled her ruby lips onto Jim-boy's varsity jacket collar (oh what a jock that Jimmy was, no other nuts could fill his cup), covered in ages of dried mucous.
Jimmy's heart was a flutter, here was the gal of his dreams that didn't mind what a snot flinging mother-fucker he was, she really dug him snot-rockets and all, thay were a couple of slick bitches made fore each other.
"Always babe, been thinking bout you all day... it's been hell I tell ya... ya know?" Jimmy B said 'awe-shuckin' his head, hocking a big loogy onto the curb, then wiping his nose free of some more snot and discreetly rubbing his fingers through his thick dirty blond locks.
"Hey, wanna grab a bite from burger Bros, then head over to the park and see what happens? Maybe find a way to pass the time, if you catch my drift." Sally said right before she grabbed his strong athletic hand and nibbled on his index finger coated in dried snot.
"Sure, no prob." Jimmy said as hacked up some more flem and like a gentleman, spat it to the side out of sight from his adoring lass.
The two love sick kids grabbed some chilli-dogs and a Mocha Frappuccino to share, headed off to the lakefront to chill and make some time, all the while Jimmy flinging more snot and hacking more flem, but now he had a few pieces of toilet paper he snagged from the Burger Bros mens room.
The lakefront was a special place for Jimmy; sometimes he'd watch the fairies hog down on each other's Johnson's for hours on end. 'Boy can those fruits swallow some meat-log I tell ya... bet no other gal could hog on a log like a good ol' fairy.'