In 57 words or less, tell a story about you getting your hand caught in the cookie jar... Here goes:
It was there staring at me.
It knew I wanted it, just a feel.
Could have been the alcohol's appeal?
Or that it was sitting upon a pimp's knee.
There was no restrain,
when I rubbed that pimp's cane.
The look on his face told me
that I should have restrained.
I got liquored up and rubbed a pimp's cane.
It was magical until the glares came..
Ok it was more that 57, but I tried!