Originally Posted by scout

When I was going to school I worked nights as a janitor at the local university. One night they paired me up with this huge hippy biker guy that always smelled like garlic and had a beard down to his beer belly. The conversation turned to oral sex then somehow got on the subject of red wings. I was young and was saying " well I dunno about that shit", his reply was "aw hell it ain't to bad, don't breath through your nose, ya just eat a little then wipe a little". The mental picture that left ruined me for life, I'm 40 and still ain't got my "red-wings".