There was a bright red tongue tattooed over most of her cooter and there was a thick, gold ring that had been pierced through her clit.
The meeting dragged on interminably as topics were divided into subtopics which were divided in to sub-sub-topics, ad infinitum.
So, here's my plan: I'm reasonably confident I can forgo the butts and the hard stuff for the rest of my days; there will always be heaven, after all, in which to smoke an infinity of Marlboro Reds while slurping my googolplexth Grey Goose martini.
Denis Pushilin, b. 1981
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