Ole Sassy Daze

It was a dark and stormy night. The creature known only as "Sassy" hid in her lair, in an old run down tavern called Glory Daze. She gnawed on the bones of a barbequed chicken wing, the last creature foolish enough to stray near her mouth. "Care for a dance?" she bellowed to me as I walked in the bar. She shook her breastesists at me in a way that reminded me potatoes rolling into a large brown sack. I resisted this siren's call, just as I had the last 200 fucking times she asked me for a dance. Seriously, how can she not get the point that I dont want anything to do with her. Every time I see her she insists on bothering me, even after I make it clear that I dont want her company. Just the fact that shes there makes me want to go anywhere else. She is my nemesis and I must destroy her.