While I do appreciate the depth in which you feel things, specifically objects, more specifically plastic phallic objects, I do not understand why you feel the need to lick them in such a manner. While I am perfectly accepting of exploring oneself, I do not see the purpose in tasting oneself. If you happen to be in a lesbian experiment, and you wish to explore the flavors of your new friend, perhaps she would find it more reasonable to go straight to the source.
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“Man, I’m getting laid tonight so bad,” said Darren Holcombe to his fraternity brother, Bill Ellis. “This chick I just started dating, Lisa, she’s crazy. I’ll be talking about, I dunno, whatever, and she’ll just go fucking nuts. She’ll start throwing things. She told me this story about how she cuts herself.” He grinned. “I bet you a hundred bucks she swallows.” I entered the theatre totally unfamiliar with the name Uwe Boll. I didn’t know a thing about what “Dungeon Siege” might have been. All I knew was that my girlfriend had heard about advertisements for it, hadn’t read any reviews on it, and just decided to give it a shot anyway. So we knew that it was a risky move, but even that knowledge did not prepare us for what we encountered.
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