>>16085601"He had an interesting sex life". Okay. Consider the following: Vince approaches you, pays you a gorillion dollaroos, to take a shit on your head. And he gets into position. He takes off his custom suit jacket that he's been wearing for the past 10 years, which have a distinct, subtle disgusting smell. You know, the kind where you smell something and you know something is wrong, but it doesn't quite hit the "yeah this is bad" sensor in your brain and you keep resmelling it? Yeah. And then he removes his lower garments, revealing his old, wrinkly, saggy lower half. What used to be the body of a potentially respectable body builder is now the shriveled up half-corpse of walking dementia. He gets you right directly beneath him, and he squats. Oh god, the smell from his crusted, unwashed, unwiped asshole alone makes your face scrunch. And then you notice it starts twitching, and Vince starts groaning. A kind of guttural growl you'd hear from some dying animal, like they're gasping for life, pathetically wheezing for their last moments, as the true horror begins. A wet, solid and moist shit lets out. A shit so horrid, so disgusting, so black and unsanitary that it could be used for bioterrorism. The kind of unknowable substance that could pass for another form of the one of a googleplex of microscopic sea life. It's beyond rancid. It's beyond terrifying. It's beyond your most reviled gross fears that'd make you throw up, it's the kind of thing you'd not wish on even your worst enemy. And as you take that smoldering, steamy unspeakable form of existence right onto your head, it keeps going. Like a forbidden door being open, the antithesis of the gates of Valhalla, further than Hell's pits, that wretched hole keeps firing. His dying, decrepit, 80+ year old body going beyond what could possibly muster and handle, an act that surpasses his senile limits. Before you know it, it's over.
Would you say he had an interesting sex life then, little Timmy ass mark?
