> Every time you feel a fart coming on you have to get your body into a planking
> position to use every muscle in your body to hold your butt cheeks tight together to
> stop spicy hot shart liquid from burning through your manties. Meanwhile I'm off
> farting my goddamn asshole out in perfect key to the tune of the strong to the finish
> Popeye song. Dry as a bone.
All I hear is wishful thinking, QQ, baby cries. I'm a perfect methanogenic factory with no wet waste as byproduct, Mr. Diaper. I admit I'm not creating planets like teh Orc, but isn't that the purpose of your challenge? Or is your challenge just word play? All you wanted is to write about your manholed man hole? Dude, I have better things to do...
Wait, I haven't.
Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you. / I tell you the truth.
I can't get it right / Get it right / Since I met you...