When I heard how iggy was made in a smelly barn and not a sacred marriage bed,It made me want to throw up.its been years ,and I still feel like barfing at the thought of momma and this man humpying away in the hay, I can't stop thanking about it thought,even when the sick taste in my mouth,and my throat is as tight as a fist full of quarters.I think about it when i go to bed,as the floor creaking and daddy grunting and momma makein no nosies at all.i thank of it when iggy wonders why daddy hate
