I was at the adult theater with five guys,
we were watching as they huddled around her on the large projected image,
and then "jamaican five" whispers in my ear, hey you wanna some herb?
so i take a hit and the characters in this 70s porno jump straight at me, the suckers were all around me with their cocks and muff.
and then i climaxed
resulting in this... [points at a stain on his corduroys]
now in my post-orgasmic paranoia i usher the russian thugs with their cocks and the concubines with their hairy muff back into the tele, i don't know how they got out!
jamaican five asks me if i want to take another hit, i say, no man no, hell no, marijuana is a hell of a drug
i'm on my way out of this joint and the watchman spots me out with his flashlight,
hey there feller i think i saw you committing some illicit actions in our backroom there.
he looks at the giant oil spill-like stain on my cords,
hey man, i was just milking a cow
...and thats your moment of zen kids.
a spoken-word narrative from "silky hair charlie" at 2:50am
2 comments:
hint: silky hair chalie is actually bryan nagle
Lies. Quit slandering my name with your epic-erotic filth.
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