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Saturday, December 10, 2011

you stink



I want to smell your armpits
after you've worked out all afternoon

I want to smell your feet
after you've run a marathon

I want to smell your pussy
after you haven't showered for days

I want to smell your soul
after you've fucked some guy
who doesn't mean shit to you

you stink


a la Sergio Mayora
Posted by Flanigans Wake at 12:13 PM
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