Does this count as a celebrity nipple slip? I sure hope so! Although, realistically speaking, that would be pretty tame for these parts. Especially when we've had full blown C&B leakage. Among other things. Well, if we're being honest—we are being honest, aren't we?—lots of things. Personally, I don't think you can get any more personal than crabby pubes and stallion batter; then again, the real rectal frontier is just a perineal ridge and lipped starfish away. Granted, if we ever do go that up clinically close and anally personal, I'm guessing it won't be received with open eyes, much less open arms. People do have their limits, after all, and only so much can be forced down the throat before diminishing returns are coughed back. Does that mean there is a science to all this nonsense? Yes, to a degree, but surely not one you could obtain as a major erudite player in the Ivy Leagues. All those college cads cop to a certain marketing savvy and flair for out of pocket evergreens stuck up their respective wheelhouses, but this is the down and dirty knowledge that can only be gained through going broke and back*. Sadly, it appears that I've just written myself into another corner of nonsense, so let's just rub one out in honor of the great white hope and call it a goddamn day because I'm still kind of pissed I didn't remember remember the 5th of November.
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* Mountain not included.
(Photo by Benzo; India 2006)