| 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. |
