I like to squish butter into my booty crack and run a mile or so. I then pop some corn on the stove and drop my drawers and let the butter drip onto the corn. It slowly oozes from between my crack and drizzles over the tops of the cream colored kernals emitting a warm, glowing hue... This is just one of the things I do with butter... care to hear more?
Originally posted by Harmon I like to squish butter into my booty crack and run a mile or so. I then pop some corn on the stove and drop my drawers and let the butter drip onto the corn. It slowly oozes from between my crack and drizzles over the tops of the cream colored kernals emitting a warm, glowing hue... This is just one of the things I do with butter... care to hear more?
I also enjoy placing approximately 8 sticks of presoftened butter into a rubber sugical glove. I make sure that ever nook and cranny is filled with the grease based, salty nectar of the gods. I tie the end of the rubber glove into a double not so that none of the tasty treat can escape the annals of the new found home it has found inside the phalange canals of the glove.
I then place the entire juicy ballon of greatness insids the back of my tighty whiteys. I adjourn to the grage where I climb atop the back of my gas grill. With a deep breath and an extremely loud yelp, I jump as high as I can into the spring sunshine and land flat on my derierre which in turn allows me to feel the gloove burst into what I would like to think is an orasmic frenxy and feel the butta engulf my assfat in all of it's dreamy splendor.
Originally posted by HighOnAcid So you like warm, gooey ooze splattered onto your asscrack? I think they have a gay niche for that.
Nope. just butter. And I'm not gay either (Although that Chinaman eating that pickle in your sig is making me double guess my heterosexuality decision).
Originally posted by Harmon ...turn allows me to feel the gloove burst into what I would like to think is an orasmic frenxy and feel the butta engulf my assfat in all of it's dreamy splendor.
Hmm...let's see. A Chinese man eating greenstuff off of a stick or a very descriptive and adjectively abusive story of getting warm gooey shit "bursted" onto your asscrack and then explaining it as "orgasmic"??
Yeah, I think I'll stick to my Chinese guy. Thanks for playing.
HMMMMM BUTTER .... as homer would say ... 'margarine is the devils semen' ... issued by the Butter makers of the world. ALLEGEDLY!
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4c peeled and cubed baking potatos
1c 3/4 inch sliced celery
1c coarsely chopped onion
2c water
1 Tablespoon salt
1c milk
1c whipping cream
3T butter
1/8 teaspoon pepper
Combine potatos, celery, onion, water and salt in a large dutch over. Simmer covered about 20 minutes or until potatos are tender. Mash mixture to desired consistency ( I like mine mashed a lot). stir in remaining ingredients. Return to heat. Cook, simmering until soup is heated.
This thread reminds me of the opening line of a really great song.
some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
under a sign that says grand opening
while my dog is waiting in the car
i wake up, i check out
i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
then i'm back out on the highway
and BANG that's when i remember my dream:
we were standing in a garden
and i had a machine that made silence
it just sucked up the whole opinionated din
and there were no people on the payroll
and there were no monkeys on our backs
and i said, show me what you look like
without skin
science chases money
and money chases its tail
and the best minds of my generation
can't make bail
but the bacteria are coming to take us down
that's my prediction
it's the answer to this culture
of the quick fix prescription
but in the garden of simple
where all of us are nameless
you were never anything but beautiful to me
and, you know, they never really owned you
you just carried them around
and then one day you put 'em down
and found your hands were free
so now it's early in the morning
at the longitude of memphis
and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
and the big plan is just to keep spinning
cuz the big bang is only just beginning
and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on
and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya
which means i've been thinking of you
all along
Fry pan tons of melting butter. Add almond slivers, toast until almond slices turn brown and crispy. Pour over asparagus. Pure buttery goodness mmmmmm.
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