You feel unclean after watching a movie, but participating in diarrhea bukakke on Thursday nights at Dirk's house is good, wholesome fun? Am I missing something here?
This makes me sad. You've made me sad GSB, do you know that you prick!
It would seem that after all these years of being involved in some of the most despicable, unnatural and outright disgusting acts ever contemplated by man and put into action, it would seem that you don't know me at all. This is the reason I am sad, because I would have thought a little bit of me and not me the 'bloody diarrhoea' or me the 'brown semen with the black bits in it'. No, me the individual the person who loves long walks in the park on a warm summers day and the works of T.S Elliot. For you see, to be surrounded by seven or eight sweaty, hairy, overweight men in a dark, plastic sheet lined room having various bodily discharges shot directly at me from every conceivable orifice and angle with no worry about my own personal safety or of the safety of those around me is nothing more than an extension of my mind, body and soul, the parts of me that create that one final percentage point that make me a human being (or as close as I can get to one). So for you to even make the distinction between my love affair with the
man waste and my distaste for all things James Cameron leads me to the conclusion that all of those loving gestures, like shaving your sack or farting a red rose out of your sphincter were nothing but empty gestures.
I'm shocked and appalled at this behaviour GSB and I don't know if I can ever get to a place where forgiveness is on the cards. So keep your distance next Thursday because I don't want to see you.