One dry summer afternoon a carpenter was walking down Meme Street. He saw a sexy white fence with a nice pointy tip. He slowly rubbed his dry hand on the tip of the fence. The fence was dusty... as if it hadent been used in years. The man came closer to the fence... and closer... and closer till his trousers were touching the flaky white paint. He closed his eyes and said I havent been with someone in a long long time. The Carpenter couldent help but grab the the fence fast and rough. The fence looked worn at the bottom, his hand moved up to the tip of the fence as he whispered white spike.
