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(CAUTION: HIGHLY OFFENSIVE TO STUPID PEOPLE) Bad pussy Don't get me wrong, I love my girlfriend's pussy, I'm the kind of guy who loves a warm fuzzy pussy on his crotch on a cold day, or any day for that matter. Pussies are beautiful just like the people to whom they are connected. But there is such a thing as a bad pussy. Take for instance the other day, it wasn't that she teased me when I wanted to play with her, or bugged me when I didn't. It wasn't the faint but distinct odor of tuna or the strange noises, it wasn't the tracks all over our clothes, sofa, and bed (even the floor wasn't safe). It wasn't even the tampon that bothered me or the faint smell of ass. No, my problem came when the bitch ate my goldfish. I could have lived with her getting muddy and raiding the bathroom garbage, but my goldfish is no pussy's snack. Fucking cats.
"The Greatest Enemy of Knowledge is Not Ignorance, It is the ILLUSION of Knowledge. Stephen Hawking"
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