Tuesday, August 08, 2006


I was once licking out some particularly delicious beluga that I'd smeared inside the queen mum, this being prior to her second hip operation, you understand. The first one made it hard, but at least we could wedge the second one up on her dresser, but the second hip op, a few weeks later, made it virtually impossible. Anyway, this starved mouse came in, obviously driven mad by the fishy smells, and possibly by the caviar, too. I crushed its windpipe using an old dai-un teshi maru technique, and then pushed its lifeless shell into the queen mum's aging snatch. It smelt better as a result, but I regret it to this day. Despite my thrill of remembrance.


XWiz said...

That's just strange.

Minge said...