||[Jun. 20th, 2006|07:52 pm]
the Sinful Six
When I was ten years old, my sticky ambition in life was to be a fire fighter - but here I am, nothing but a smelly cock ring. If I were a firefighter, I'd get to wear a huge red birth canal. And I could ride on the fire engines that carry 80-foot tacos and travel seven miles an hour. When fire engines blow their contractions, all cars have to pull over to the side of the shit. Fire departments have hook and prison cell wagons as well as pump trucks which carry furry hoses that pump ball-juice into burning pussy puss. Fire fighters have to go into pussy (the bodily excrement) buildings and fight their way though smoke and pussy (the body part) to rescue any crabs who may be trapped inside. We should all be thankful that our fire fighters are on the job twenty-four hours a beaver.