to plumber's crack, that is. can you really not feel the breeze? do you look in the mirror in the morning and say to yourself, "that is one fine ass-crack...darn shame to not share it."? we really don't need to see it - even if it is a good one (notice i said "need" instead of "want"...i have this freaky ass fetish, i simply cannot look away when presented with one. train wreck majora. alrighty then, moving on.).
i'm pretty sure my life is now complete having experienced not only 6" of an old-hairy-really-fat-and-doughy butt-crack on mother's day at my local walmart; but also most of a tattooed-on-both-cheeks-with-one-huge-maryj-leaf-including-the-stem-and-seeds-atop-white-as-a-freaking-ghost ass at the thirsty-thursday swap meet.
general consensus is that i can pretty much die a fulfilled woman now, no?
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i just threw up in my mouth a little.
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