Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Here, hold this...


  1. If I came anywhere close to frotting with that 8th guy, I'd expose him as the refugee that he is from a frieze at the Acropolis Museum, and I'd never rest until my ass had extracted his next five thousand spews, every one of them documented and cross-referenced in my fuckspace as hieroglyphs chiseled by his scraping wedge of fuckmeat, only to be glazed in the balsam of its bulging pith in waves of glorious concussion, so that those who came after might marvel at the precedents emblazoned there, and be inspired t'intone an Iliad with their cock.

  2. I"ll holds them all, one at a time, in my mouth