Monday, April 16, 2012

The Tao of Poo



“With delicate fingertips, pinch the arched lips of her house of love very slowly together, and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip: this is Adhara-sphuritam or Pooalingus."

19 comments:

ndspinelli said...

The FBI might be interested in this post. Just sayn'!!

ricpic said...

Cold water. Quick!

Trooper York said...

All models are over the age of eighteen or the equivalvent in bear years.

Trooper York said...

Plus I think it would be the Secret Service who would want the phone numbers. Just sayn'

chickelit said...

Is that tasteful?

ndspinelli said...

If you like honey.

Trooper York said...

Well it is sweet.

ndspinelli said...

I'm shocked none of our female friends commented here. This was a Johnny Cash post..you "walked the line." A very precarious line. But, to each their own.

Trooper York said...

Hey you have to take the good with the honey smeared va-jay-jay. Just sayn'

Anonymous said...

Nick, I think we might be trying to ignore it, of course I speak only for myself.

ndspinelli said...

Allie, I figured that was the case. But, I think our perverted leader needs a tongue lashing from a female. Poor choice of words..a spanking, no wait..he needs to be scolded. Seriously!

ndspinelli said...

Then again, w/ am incorrigible ignoring it is probably prudent, I agree.

Trooper York said...

Hey I love a good tongue lashing.

Trooper York said...

Hey I love a good tongue lashing.

Trooper York said...

Just because I have been all serious and shit doesn't mean I can't act like a douche.

Like I said that is what I do best.

chickelit said...

Allie, lass los ein "smack" für den geschmacklos.

The Dude said...

Dinge, die Beigeschmack gehen in der Nacht.

German is such a funny language.

blake said...

Stick with your strengths, Troop!

MamaM said...

Since when has Pooh ever refused a Honey Pot? Nothing new to see or comment on here. About as predictable as Eeyore living for Hump Day, or naked honey smeared vajayjay birds trotting through room after room of the House dripping sweetness while searing visions of aging suger plums dance through the heads of all who boldly behold such ancient splendors.