Give me an excuse Megan...

I got savaged by an angel after riding Behemoth over the Freemont bridge.
It's true, I'll kiss and tell a bit.
The party ended at her house, I went to the bathroom and when I came out everyone was gone but her.
I'll save the rest, it's not as funny as it is porn with no cameras.
I hope she gives me an excuse to break up with all the married woman I have been dating, the homeless ladies I've been chatting up, the mail order brides I've been consorting with, the mental ward "clients" I've been charming and of corse all the grand M.I.L.F.s I bingo with, no expectations, just some wishcraft.
She is funny AND hot AND good with Marzipan goo,
I think I like her best because she chose me, I was looking for that flag to pop up.
Years ago she wrote a paper bearing my nude image on the cover (taken from a zine cover) she was also our only fan at a gig the big bang circus did at the Fez Ballroom.
I owe it all to Carl Larson for pointing his ex girlfriend at me and firing, then giving us time to shoot bottle rockets at each other, giving my email to her and lastly leading a mob of cyclists onto the freeway and over the biggest bridge in town.
There were some workers in a truck who must have thought we were insane, it's raining, theres traffic flying by and I stuck out like a cowboy clown on a 6 foot bike.
We managed to somehow outrun the radio but it busted my bike up pretty bad.
CARL! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME ON ALL ACCOUNTS!BOTH THE BRIDGE AND THE WOMAN WERE CRAZY AS HELL!
Thank you.
We are working on a second date.