I bought this girlfriend lingerie once. It had brightly colored humans skulls on it.
Because I associate sex with the massacre of a million of my potential offspring.
So sad, really. A million little white-capped Micheal Phelps paddling along to their demise.
And what better to adorn the source of human creation, the vajayjay, than the symbol of death?
We had a fight over my nail polish color and her constantly calling me Micheal Constantine.
So I put it in the trash one night -- while I was leaving -- under some empty cans of Chunky soup.
How fitting. Perhaps a transvestite hobo is wearing it right now. And thinking of me.
Last edited by Plan9; 02-04-2009 at 08:18 PM..
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