- Joined
- Apr 15, 2014
Too late. Upon reading that in the context of pixy's cooter, my penis spontaneously became a separate biological entity, detached itself, and ran away screaming. I'm currently trying to coax it out from under the couch.An excerpt of poem 83 of the Priapea as translated by Richard W. Hooper:
Within her raunchy
crotch her hole lies buried underneath her paunch;
Beneath a pelt that comes and goes with winter' cold
The fetid door is guarded by a cobweb's mold.
(I would continue but I don't want to traumatized anyone with mental images)
Oh, and I think I might be sterile now.