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Aug 19th, 2003, 12:22 AM
The smell of the B.O. that gets trapped in folds of cellulite. I didn't even know what cellulite was until I met Gretchen, the whore from outer space. We got drunk off of fermented dolphin piss and made mad monkey love by the fire. The smell of burnt foreskin isn't too great either. I'm practically circumsized and I'm not even Jewish. If I have an un-barmitzvah will it really matter that my virginity was taken by a green woman the size of mount vesuvius and not some dowdy old rabbi?
By the way I'm a n00b. Don't you just loooove that?
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