Suffering Anal Succotash!

THE WOMAN ABOVE HAS A) FALLEN ON A BOTTLE, B) ENCOUNTERED A GREEK/ARMENIAN, C) MET SENATE REPUBLICAN JOHN BOEHNER, or D) WHORED HERSELF OUT FOR AN ANAL PLUNDERING OF COLOSSAL PROPORTIONS. ANSWERS ON A POSTCARD, PLEASE.

Ehrlich had come back from Phoenix with a dirty sock full of peyote buttons. We put them in a fucking blender with some apple juice, some blueberries, and a banana. We blended them and sat around it for like 15 fucking minutes daring each other to drink, drink, drink deeply of the elixir of crazy naked Mexican motherfuckers who told him on purchase: "Ees 5 or 4 horas of jugadora magga fugga...."

Yeah. Exactly.

Rosey went first quaffing fully and completely of the monkey shit brown mixture (in literary terms? Yes. foreshadowing...) of Mexican mystics everywhere. Especially Mexico. And magically and almost some would say, mystically, before the rest of us could even imbibe Rosey shot to the bathroom like a Mexican M-80, where he spent the next 5 or 4 hours in the grips of an acute anal suffering the likes of which should make anyone with an anus mightily afeared.

This site is almost like that. Minus the Mexicans, the tripped out visions of black bat-winged creatures and explosive diarrhea.

"Butt-fucking teens suffering from excruciating anal pain!"

Perfect.