hear that? it’s my liver beating. i’ll write more fully later, but leave one exchange to illustrate my point:
roy III: oh, i wouldn’t walk there, if i were you.
gorjus: outside my hotel room? why not?
roy III: that’s where lucas was peeing, you know.
gorjus: on the fucking doorstep? what the fuck, no, i didn’t know!!
roy III: well, you were vomiting right beside him. i figured you would have noticed.
haw haw haw!
reminds me of a trip i took with some of the arkansas guys to texas. we effectively killed all the grass in this guy’s backyard due to our vomit and urine.
raises hand, admitting complicity
keep telling stories like that one, gorjus, and you are totally gettin’ laid EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
ain’t nothing hotter on a man than piss and urine.
There is some truth to that, in actuality. A couple of years ago, there was an experiment conducted that involved exposing females to myriad scents and asking them to reveal which turned them on more (but not telling them what was what). Overwhelmingly, women picked men’s musk (the odor emanating from men’s underarms and genitals). So throw away the Old Spice and Polo!
yeah, nothing makes me prouder than a brother who pisses on the streets of San Francisco.
Guys were turned on by “motherly” smells like Pumpkin Pie and Vanilla, if I remember correctly. And, yes, I did take an outdoor piss, but, no, it wasn’t technically in San Francisco.
I’m turned on by the smell of GClark’s mother, for sure.
wasn’t that on my wedding day? or was it before?