Well, you know those morbidly obese birds, increasingly the norm, well, I like to feed them up...not on cakes and chocolates but baked beans...ten or fifteen cans at a time, interspersed with fizzy drinks. Then I like to get my head snuggled deep down into their builder's crack until my nose is right up their starfish. It's all dark and silent at this point, light and sound blotted out by huge wads of buttock fat...but the show is about to start. It's always so exciting waiting for the first fart...will it be strong or just a poot? Nothing can match the feeling when a 250 kilo five-foot tall munter bangs off a dogkiller. The gas blast gives you whiplash, the buttock blubber resonates at such a speed it is like being pistolwhipped by an epileptic and the smell is enough to asphyxiate. Great stuff!!!
Wah...but, considering the current state of females, won't be long before that is the only sort of entertainment on offer....
Wah...but, considering the current state of females, won't be long before that is the only sort of entertainment on offer....