he’d stay-up watchin’ Joel Osteen…then Tony Robbins…flippin’ back and forth ‘tween the two…don’t know…maybe lookin’ for hope…somethin’….
said that Osteen prick had a real hot wife…sexy in some suburban Sunday school teacher sorta’ way…went-on how Robbins’ broads were prob’ly good-lookin’ too…he’d go on and on….
one night…he got all riled up…good an’ lathered…foamin’ at the mouth…talkin’ ’bout headin’ down ta’ Texas…findin’ Mrs. Osteen…showin’ her a thing or two…
that was his dream…ta’ make love ta’ Joel Osteen’s wife…all he wanted…
and…one day…he was gone…left over-night while I was asleep…who knows…been gone awhile now…all summer…
heard he wound-up in Amarillo…then I heard he got lost in some Utah desert…
anyway…hope he found her…he sure was in love…
