…for a nano-second i saw: "a German Shepherd in Mickey Rourke's hole."

"…love is a spice with many tastes. A dizzying array of textures…and moments."

…should I feel shame to admit, yes, kindred thoughts in that realm; big drums and vast trampolines from ample hides, and all the viable marbled meat beneath offered for the starving…

Cujo & Lassie: Love Story

…it can be two thousand things…

…but would you poop in his open casket ?

…understandable, UPS & FedEx ship long and hard, can't get enough and are doin' it all the time…

Dale Cooper and Audrey Horne, now: 25 years later with that gum back in style…
…perhaps they chew a piece, sharing it, tongues passing moist wet lump during slow kisses…

…that pic, ole Terd Cruise looks like that cowpig demon thing on the Elmer's glue bottles. What is that thing? Is it Elmer?

The fine line strumming between an expression of genuine aesthetic appreciations and a wank joke taken beyond decorum does account for some chuckles by and by in this joint…

Well said: "cathartic escapism." All for that and some healthy venting.
And love the mighty Jefferies. Actually experience a variation of his humorous sentiment every time a wank is indulged. Much prefer the shared multisensory transcendent experience with partner, where the genitalia are just a component of a grander…

…still gotta hope some Snorks and Smurfs defied societal imperatives and dared to risk forbidden love in a time of mindless war…

…it appears my rose-hued spectacles and childish optimism have blinded me to the previously unknown horrors of the Smurf/Snork Wars.
…hmm, I suppose if the Smurf contingent did not forge a strategic alliance with Gargamel or enlist extra resources like hiring them wild-haired, crazy-eyed nekkid mercenary Trolls, then…

Smurfs and Snorks are genetically compatible; hybrid Smorks or Snurfs end up like Costner's Mariner from Waterworld.

"Ted, Just Admit It…"

Trump and bonobo chimp; Cruz and overflowing port-a-potty; Lobot and Ugnaught harem…

Or radiate cold shafts of broken glass.

…perfect for banana bread, but vile rotting slime todger at that phase…

…which Mom now?
There are a handful of mothers whose
succulence is sampled and savored; like varied fine wines
are the moist flow of love juices from their precious beloved portals,
merlot to riesling, some almost a fruitful port…
(a.w.s.p.j.n.)
…oh my mother?
Not my mother-in-law?
Or the mother of your children?
Well,…

Jabba the Hutt & Salacious Crumb