VULVA Original, submitted by decaf.tihs. Baking bread or apple pie. A fresh bouquet of flowers. Cut grass. These are scent-memories for nearly everyone and they evoke powerful images. VULVA Original asks you "what about the scent of a woman?" They really mean the scent of a woman.
I enjoy the idea of some idiot buying this stuff and spraying himself down right before he goes into work in the morning. Coming soon: ASSHOLE Original.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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