good work lads, im filling up the jars as we speak, i may have to can the jar filled with toe/finger nails as its taking too long to collect.
the piss/shit jars are totally under control though.
i have also managed to collect maybe a matchbox full of the crap from the corner of my eyes as well…im sure that all of this, combined with your poetry (im going to use Veljko’s), though im thinking of banging two pots together for music as i rap to it.
perhaps somehow fastening the cats head to my head as some sort of hat?
When me and ashe had been together for about a month i went over to her house and made her a nice itailian dinner. only cost about 15 bucks and plus she got so turned on watchin me cook that we ended up bangin on the floor!! woo-hoo!!
I suggest sex toys. Get one for her mother too!
I am glad you like my little poem. I just thought of anoter verse: As this bottle oveflows with my piss/ so does my heart with eternal bliss. Oh yeah! After you romantic exchange of presents, you should consider cumming in her ass and letting her shit on your chest, so that the mixing of your body juices could symbolize how close you two are. Man I am sick!
Hey, you need illustrations with that poem? evil grin…
I think we’ve just about nailed that one into the ground, with the coup de gras being the Cleveland Steamer suggestion. So who needs realationship help? Anybody else? Going once…
MBE: “Like Dear Abby for those who dined on paint chips since 1963.”
-Eric