#24

take me out to the jibba jabba jim jam while i flim on your snazzy ass with all the cool of a purple sailfish flying over the peninsula of incredible desire with not so much as a wink to the silly pebbles wasting away their lives belly up in the sun and stinking of vitamin d cream like a new tattoo of two skinny naked prostitutes holding sunflowers in their smiles and honey dripping from between their thighs and a hideous sticking noise sounding in your imagination as you come to the perverse realization that you really want to know what its like to be the razor scraping against soft skin like the scourge of all hairs in a nation that outlaws baldness