This comment reminds me of the time my friend was really gassy at work and he farted when he thought no one was around and this girl he works with comes by and says "It smells like chicken pot pie in here....I'M STARVING".
While your statement makes me want to vomit up everything that I've ever eaten, I agree that her vag most likely smells like roadkill. Combined with the odor coming off of her scalp I really wonder how her PR Team hasn't tackled her and hosed her down with Pine-Sol.
Jack Kerouac's way of describing Marylou's dance with Dean in On the Road:
"Dean was having his kicks; he put on a jazz record, grabbed Marylou, held her tight, and bounced against her with the beat of the music. She bounced right back. It was a real love dance."
What even...
Edited at 2013-01-15 09:04 pm (UTC)
Those seven times a day sex were probably too much to handle
"Dean was having his kicks; he put on a jazz record, grabbed Marylou, held her tight, and bounced against her with the beat of the music. She bounced right back. It was a real love dance."
To be fair, they look like they're having fits during that scene, like someone should be getting them medical attention.
Edited at 2013-01-15 08:39 pm (UTC)