Created: Wednesday, 28 February 2007 Written by Ptolmey BabyI had a brief intake of above substances. The jism was gooey all over my face.
I shot the dust.
My house is next door to a whole lot of Exclusive Bretherens. You know the type...have the bible with them everywhere...but only read the bits that say thou shall not. I’m not bitter like them. My life is for living, for experimenting.
God gave me this body to sample the world.
Ever shot the dust? Hits the arm at a 100mph and zoom straight to your brain. Eyes quiver, muscles explode. Your knackers squeeze tight as they blow their load.
My friends live the dream.
I then had my head in the mugwump lap and was slurping away. A combination of the jism and dust was always a good way to start the day.
My morning constitutional you could say.
What my rectum looked like after jism and the dust.
So there you have it. Don't knock it till you've tried it, I say!