poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on Once the moon turned me into a hairy vagina by horus8.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.26 Jan 2004

I should say not. In my youth, I was fond of a certain rope swing, until one day my hands slid all the way down it, removing most of the skin and replacing it with a yellow ooze. Yes, you may scoff -- indeed, laugh at the old man and his crippled, withered hands. But can you order an Irish coffee at two A.M. and have it delivered to your room? No. No. I can.