A little experiment in making the world of Smoooochie more accessible to the rest of the world.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Thai Fried Rice
I'm not really sure what it is about the words "Thai Fried Rice" but they make my sweet Max into a very vocal bucking boxer. He responds by saying his very boxery "woooooohhhwooohwooh" and then hops around like he's on the PBR. Gooo Max! THAI FRIED RICE!!
I've grown to wear the shape of a woman, down to my stony spine…. I like to be her taste, salty waves and peachy sweet from the lushness of my hips to the firm round of palm-sized breasts. Meek, compared to the size of the fullest moon, I am the shape of a woman. I delight to be her scent... the breeze of an undertow or the tingle of an acrid sandalwood fire.
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