The Bum
It's no wonder I'm underprivileged. Handling this sort of merchandise makes me want to take up ice hockey for nocturnal amusements. It was a delight to cherish such beauty with my hockey stick. The long shaft melted the ice and centered on her puck. Devotedly I
performed all manner of exercises one associates with shafts and pucks.  Skating on thin ice was chillingly dangerous and I hid in her goal to keep warm. I devoted my energies to  to her gasping wefare. One must asist a bum in distress where one can. She thanked me profusely and offered encouraging chest high comforts to compensate my considerable endevours. When I told my wives I'd been away playing ice hocked for a week, they offered their all to remind me just what I had been missing by playing sport. They were more than willing and I felt appreciated as the faithful husband that I am. They didn't object when I said that I was going to Canada to play ice hockey for a couple of weeks. I'd taken a fancy to the sport and a working holiday would take my mind off unsavoury matters. They wished me luck and said I should enjoy my sporting self in Canada.