Saturday, November 19, 2011

Pissing on Trees


Did you know?
These Eucalyptus trees are propelled upward 
by piss and acid rain
I have to piss.
Can you wait?
I have to piss. I'm gonna go find a tree.
Just don't get caught
It's friggin' freezing out side and where I'm standing isn't much warmer so I'll come out with you
And suddenly through the powers of suspended disbelief you are a bouncer staring at my chest and we are discussing douches
Not the vagina  kind because no douche will ever touch my lady lips because my mommy is a chemist and I've told you that a million times and she told me the shit they put in those things
There are euro-douches and Marin-douches and terra douche-a and doucheron; and novadouche and mill valledouche and douche city.
But what if douches were transformers and then we'd have Megadouche!!!!!  
I have to pee now from all the cherry coke thanks for the extra cherries or maybe you just like how when I pucker my lips to slowly separate the juicy chemical fruit imposter from the stem you're imagining that I'm taking the head of your dick into my mouth and tonguing each dip and rise of your shaft . . . or I could just be eating a cherry and working the cash register and shivering because it's cold out
That works too, right? 

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