Sly Fox: the Destroyer

--------xxxxooxxxxx-------- smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues… "hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm, sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR! surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat--- there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini, tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth. dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”. PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle for nothin’ less than a big score.” flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching, sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are, smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!” with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home. sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin 30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!… who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser? ( just for fun!) --------xxxxxxxxxxxx-------- --- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "