Ye Olde Farte It was like opening a bag of potato chips clenched between buttcheeks with a pungent bubble slowly rolling out from the top of my crack- a blinding fog of stink.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Ye Olde Farte It was like opening a bag of potato chips clenched between buttcheeks with a pungent bubble slowly rolling out from the top of my crack- a blinding fog of stink.