The possibilities are practically innumerable: ass-to-deltoid spectacles, mouth-to-ear waxworks, armpit to legpit.
Such combinations, what ingenuityโO blooming orifice! No, ask yourself: Was the July Ultimatum an unsolicited dick pick gone horribly awry? Is fascism a COS play spectacular? Was Mutually Assured Destruction the ultimate coitus reservatus? We can only speculate and engage in counter-factual. History does not share in our awesome insights. O Anus Mirabilis!
As the poet says. And what could be more mysterious than our desires, the drivers of irrepressible lust? Empires rise and fall on this knowledge! Ask the Trojans, victims of the original voyeur cuckold. No, ask yourself: Were forty years in the desert a terrible exercise in edging?
Was Ghandi the ultimate sub? Is Dick Cheney a certified horsefucker? Oh, the lives of beekeepers! We have been waiting for this knowledge since our expulsion from Eden, since it was never clarified whether the apple in question was red or green, Gravenstein or Granny Smith, sour or sweet, and whether it would have been better served with pork chops quelle horreur! Damnable omissions! But now. Oh lord. Oh Lord! Is this original sin or its recession?
But the information is practically endless! To look at the porn directory, that infernal list of alphabetical tags, crosstags, detags, and retags, is to stare into the raw totality of the world.
