Andre Miller had stayed late signing autographs. When he got to the locker room, there was nobody there.
He sat down in his locker to start taking off his shoes. Since there was nobody to talk to, he instead looked around idly at his surroundings. The locker next to his, which was Kris’, was fully empty save for a folded sheet of notebook paper on the floor.
Andre knew he should just pick it up and throw it away. It was probably just notes from some assistant coach, but it might be something personal, and Andre wasn’t really a snooping kind of guy.
His curiosity got the better of him, though, and he picked it up to read whatever was on it. Unfolding the paper, Andre could read a few words scribbled in pencil:
“When the moon carries me off to sleep
I dream of being buried in your ass so deep
And when the sun brings the light to wake
I yearn for another taste of your butt cake
My days pass by like an endless night
My tearful eyes beg for the lovely sight
Of your two huge buttocks unclothed for me
Of your ass jiggling like a jar of jelly
Kim is just your mortal name
“Goddess of Ass” means the same
When you read my words and remember our burning passion
Return to me and I’ll rail you in violent fashion.”
Andre could barely contain his laughter as he got out his phone and began dialing a number.
“Hey, DownToBuck? I’ve got something here you might be interested in.”