"My pot belly was beyond repair; exercising would be a waste of time. The bedraggled prick hanging between my legs was dark and thin and shriveled and dead, like a piece of overcooked bacon. And though I had left the toilet ages ago, the f'ucker was still dripping urine on the floor. My fingernails were a disgrace, permanently blackened by my repeatedly stuffing them into the bowl of my pipe, a pipe clenched between my cavity-infested teeth. My ***-hole itched. My knees hurt. My toenails were brittle and chipped, making them razorsharp and destructive. My ears were clogged.
I was not thrilled."
There are so many wondrous things to discover when you read!
Edited, Wed Apr 28 18:24:14 2004 by Tare