soaped

pucha! pare! see the exclamations? i am purely excited. see my hard-on? no? smuy smuy eh. not fluffy tho so all's well. little brown hot-bull-dog powered by rice, ire. all rice! uhm. without the kulubot but with lots of panot. all rice!

my body clock is fucked. why? because of them darned soap that's been all over me this morning. yeah. have you seen a soap this big? yeah. this big. this small? want me to bang your eyeballs with this? let's see what's bigger, huh?

so i take out a fish that clamped its clawlike mouth to my clawlike claw. and what do i get? paksiw, pare.

i am not making much sense, am i? pucha naman. labo. inlababo kamo. wait. inlababo without a love interest? come on. i don't do dates. they're too small. apples maybe. medyo lamig the core and the seeds get in the way at times. the best to do is half a kilo of pork skewered, sugbaed (ilonggo, sugba, to grill, past tense), de skewered, put in a meduim milo can, knifed and thrusted, pucha-pare style like the back of mechanical bronco (one arm up, other hand clutching the milo can like it means the end of the world if it slips (grasping without grasping firmly is lame and won't make you come. mao-ze-dong to his concubine) and humping it like the damn animal with a crokscrew dick), pare. mainit init at greaseless pa.

chow chow! gutom lang to.