Relishing The Cucumber
I heard about this chick who would go to the grocery store and find the largest cucumber she could find.
Have you seen cucumbers lately?
Anyway, she’d take it home, rub Vaseline all over it and then strip down get on all fours and back her ass up on that cucumber until it was near broken; consumed by hungry vagina.
Then she’d have a salad, garnished with cucumber.
I figure there’s a fine line between relishing the cucumber… and relishing it.
I figure there’s a fine line between brilliant and being moved.
About the same level of consumption, I guess.
*in response to Fucking The Gap by T.L. Burns published in Rattle