Jophiel wrote:
Barkingturtle wrote:
I like folding corners and the way bookstores smell.
I'm assuming your bookstores smell like ***** and hookers?
Well that's gross.
Reminds me of a couple weeks ago when we went to the birthday party of one of my better-half's co-workers. He's a pretty gay dude, so we went to a gay bar, and we arrived near midnight because an Elton John concert had detained the guest of honor. He arrived ****-faced and ushered us to the rear bar, deepest in the place, where a drag show had broken out. It was loud and ***** like something out of an Elton John concert.
So there we were, staggering through the sweaty-glittery masses, getting dragged by a man with a rainbow-belt around his knee(a "knee-belt", apparently) and a silver "mandible-claw" on his middle finger toward a stage full of transvestites when our leader lost us. We drifted in a sea of sodomites, and one of them backed up into me and stepped on my foot. It was a short thing, maybe five feet tall at best, and Phillipino or Cambodian or something, nd although it had little titlettes like a ten year-old girl, I knew it possessed a weird little *****, too.
She turned her face up to me and said "Sorry" or something in her alien tongue and through the din. And that's when it hit me. Her breath.
It was like latex and spermicide smeared in **** and topped with gin and hamburger, maybe. It was the scent of ***-to-mouth and the fear of AIDS.
I went home and waited till my wife fell asleep and jacked off like they were going to chemically castrate me in the morn'. I inserted chopsticks in my ******** and played with the lower parts of my guts, tugging and twisting like a bird eating a fish. Haha, just kidding, but you know what I mean guys, I like the way old books smell. Everyone does.