| It wasn't easy going to school with Naruki during the height of his days playing with Willie. The rest of us always used to stare longingly at his Willie, wishing we had one like that. His Willie was one like they made in the good old days, a whole foot tall, while none of us had on any bigger than four inches or so. Even when his Willie was in his pants, we could all see the bulge. Willie had these two accessories everyone was jealous of, none of us had them quite like that. But that all changed when my mother bought me a rooster for my twelfth birthday. I loved that coc- erm. No. I'm not starting this up. There will be no jokes about how I used to stroke my, er, rooster, or how it used to wake me up every morning, or that time I tried to make some money fighting it with other co-ah, roosters. It's Christmas. If there's a time when I should avoid innuendo, this is it. I must be going. I have a hoe waiting for me in the garden.
>When I was younger, I used to love playing with my Willie. I always made him stand up, cause he was no fun lying down. Sometimes I would play make-believe and pretend that Willie was a secret agent for the enemy. I'd grab him firmly with my hand, then I'd slap him around for a while until Willie talked. And, boy, would Willie ever talk. He'd practically spew information. Willie was not so tough once I broke his spirit. Why, sometimes all I had to do was threaten to prick him a little, and he'd come clean. Willie was a coward. He used to hide in my pants at school, and only jump the other kids from behind. Willie never came at them from the front. Yes, Willie was my favorite toy. Of course, all the other kids called him G.I. Joe, but I always called him by his true name - "Slick" Willie Johnson. |
