Luscious Larry

Rookie (4/1/69 / Greece)

First Night Ever in the Ring (Hershey, PA)


the first time I came out
of the locker room the
flash bulbs were popping
like in the old movies

the crowds were screaming
as I walked to the ring
(can you see it?)
my first time in the ring

I whipped off my robe and
dicovered I had forgotten
to put on my wrestling shorts
I had half a woody too

Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012

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  • Gold Star - 11,663 Points Mandolyn ... (11/9/2014 5:45:00 PM)

    LOL
    you're such a goober- like the goobiest.
    i bet everyone gasped at your shaved legs (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,572 Points * Sunprincess * (1/7/2013 9:17:00 PM)

    laughing out loud..sure i wonder what happen next..can't wait to read
    the second chapter in this fabulous write! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,801 Points Bri Edwards (12/28/2012 2:39:00 PM)

    dear LL, my condolences. no wrestler worth watching goes into the ring with only half a woody. i wrestled in high school and a bit it college (lost all five college matches when substituting for a wrestler who broke his leg skiing; i was available to return early from xmas vacation) . careful where your woody is around the frying oil. good luck in your new career. bri (Report) Reply

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