Something about her tights made her legs look like boulder-pillows. Or soft girders. Or jiggly geodesic domes. All of which made his loins burn as though they were being gingerly dipped in liquid nitrogen—and his metaphor was accurate as he spoke from experience.
It all happened that day when he was seven. Little Lucy from across the way was nine, and knew her way around a science lab. Long story short, liquid nitrogen on crotch.
Anyhoo—we’ll see us at the big badminton match, yeah? Let's launch a shuttlecock together.
Vomitus Vaginalis "Santa Claus is a Dragqueen" (bunnies)
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