Tuesday, March 4, 2008
BOING
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Ah, the satin pillows of silicone call to me to bounce upon them like young maypole dancers leaping over cattle during the rainy season harvest festivals in Uttar Pradesh.
I bounce upon them and play licorice bongo between their firm nectarine mounds of skin cupcake. Rat-tat-tat. Back and forth goes the licorice, tapping out an even rhythm of bouncing boobsicality.
Then I suckle and chew on each of their bra straps with feral aggression while reciting poems by Longfellow and drooling on their outer thighs.
And then I smack furry head.
For being a douche.
