You will never know the joys of this. You will never feel the fulfillment that the smell of Pajeet’s curryhole brings. You will never feel your nose hairs curl in knots, blocking your air passage in a desperate attempt to reprieve your senses from the rancid smell of the yellowish brown mats of poo in his ass hair. Your eyes will never water as your knees buckle, forcing you to fall face first into the prolific brown mound that is the pucker of his asshole. How do you cope /bant/?