a Plea from the Chooch Punisher, to you Bitch.

Bitch,

Have I told you how wonderful you are? When I am with you, I feel like a whole new motherfucker. Since you have asked me not to call you at work because I would flirt with the secretaries, I have decided to discuss your fineness through my blog.

I know we have known each other for only one and a half weeks, but I already know you are the girl for me. You are the only one I want to laugh with, talk with, and grind on the dance floor with. You are the only one I want to ride hard, and put away sweaty and wet.

I am capable of bringing you to a state of orgasmic freakstasy that no other man could ever bring you to. You can try to find this level of sexual satisfaction with some other man, but know that if you leave me, I cannot guarantee that I will still be single when you realize that only I can satisfy all your senses. Then, you would be living in a cold, cruel, Chooch Punisher-less world, and I would not wish that upon you. You are too special to me. You have a great ass.

Damn, girl, you need to take the rest of the day off so I can break you off doggy-style in my bathroom.

Ever since we met 9 days ago, I knew you were the one for me. Your style, your rockin tits, and your class are beyond all compare. In a world populated with many fine women, you are without a doubt the most fine. Let the one and only Chooch Punisher take you out tonight or, if you are busy, tomorrow night to show you how I treat a lady as exceptional as you. Allow me to break it down Pimpalicious style, because fuck him, he stole my whole bit:

First, I will pick you up from your house in a white limousine and take you to the finest dance club in the entire city. The people at this club will be attractive and the beats will be pounding. We will not be in the club for a minute before we get on the dance floor. Even though the other people will be good dancers, we will be the best. When you bump, I will bump. When you grind, I will grind. We will move together like twins who happen to like to freak, minus the incest implications.

When you have foot pain form all that dancing, I will take you by the hand and lead you to the most romantic corner of the entire club and sit you down on one of the plush, red-velvet couches. While you rest, I will go the bar and purchase a drink for you, probably an Amaretto Stone Sour. Before I bring it back to you, I will taste it, demanding finer orange juice should it fall short of my expectations for you. Also, I will ask for less ice so that your Stone Sour is not diluted and watery.

While you sip your drink, I will stroke your hair and tell you such complimentary things as "You are like a fine statue carved out of sexy marble," and "Your eyes are like pools of creamy Italian Hazelnut-laced butter," and "You have nice shoes." You will know that I mean these things because they come from the heart, and the heart is always true. Especially to women with DSL's.

At this point, we will go back to my place, where I will prepare a dinner specially suited for one as lovely as you. While I am cooking the meal, we will talk about your life, your hopes, and your dreams. At this point, I will unthaw a deluxe bag of jumbo shrimp for you to sample as the appetizer. There will also be oyster cocktail and Valentina sauces.

Finally, my dinner of lobster, shipped to me that morning in only the coldest of ice from the finest lobster region in all of Maine, will be completed and placed on the table. Bibs with lobster pictures on them will be optional baby. Along with the lobster will not only be melted butter, but also side dishes. Some of them will be corn, peas, and baked potato. When the meal is over, we will have dessert and coffee.

At this point, you will be so turned on by this night of dancing and lobster that you will be dying to freak me wild. But instead of taking you to my bedroom to punish that chooch, I will build your desire even more. I will do this by leading you to my living room, where I will light a fire and hand-feed you the finest strawberries available. If you do not enjoy strawberries, I will have other types of berries at my disposal that can be fed to you in a sexy manner. Between bites, I will offer you sips of champagne in a glass made specifically to maximize your champagne-drinking pleasure. It will be shaped like my penis.

As much as you want to, you will no longer be able to control your desire. Neither will I. This is when I will put out the dangerous fire I started, because I do not have a fireplace. I will then lead you to my polar-bear-skin rug so we can do it all night long. You will cry for more, and you shall receive it. I will hit it until you can take no more. Then, when you are 100 percent satisfied, I will stop. After that, I will kiss your belly button and tell you how beautiful you are until you fall asleep in my arms.

In the morning, I will make you waffles that have chocolate chips embedded in them. There will coffee waiting for you, and there will also be a cup with cream and two sugars, just the way you like it, cooling on the breakfast bar. If you want toast, I will make it for you and offer you a mind boggling assortment of exotic French jams and jellies. There will also be leftover berries from the night before.

Through this display of caring and thoughtfulness, you will see that I am the one for you. We are like two slightly different colored beads on a single ancient necklace. We are so right together, it hurts to even speak your name when you are not around me. Do not doubt my words. Believe me when I say this to you. The chooch Punisher will capture your heart, and punish your chooch.