I Mean A Dime I Could See, But Ten Silver Dollars And A Pound Of Nails? Dude Must Be FAT.
Last night at a party a drunk girl decided it would be the best thing in the world to slide a quarter down into the back of my pants and into my butt crack.
"I'm leaving it in there you know. You can't have it back."
"Oh darn -- hey look over there!" she said.
The quarter quickly reached ass crack temperature rendering it invisible to the eyes that don't exist in my butthole and as drinking and parties go I was soon engaged in other party retardedness which apparently did not include any leaping, splits doing, frog squatting, violent ass shaking or any other coin-from-crack dislodging activities because It wasn't until just a few hours ago, as I customarily spread my cheeks in the shower to allow that all important initial debris clearing shampoo-down-the-back-into-the-crack river of suds to flood out and prepare Ham Canyon for a good scrubbing, that the quarter finally slid loose with clinkity clank in the bottom of my tub.
Jackpot. I KNEW I was onto something with that Bum Scrub method.
Is this normal? Will somebody else please try this and tell me how long they can keep a quarter in their crack while moving about? Is my crack too grippy?
Now Nicole and Rosi;
That's all for now.
Don't get caught talking log jam this and log jam that,
Your Supreme Master of Shampoo,
That Diaper Chick Astronaut, More Like AstroNUT.
