It’s a modern young cheese with a mellow flavor and gentle taste. It’s great with crusty bread and good beer. It’s quite pungent, so its mellow flavor comes as quite a surprise."
Suddenly Zelda’s phone rang.
"Hello" said Zelda. "Oh hi Jan. I’m here with this guy named Albi. I sucked his stiff shlong last night until he shot a warm load of sploogy man chowder down my throat. His nut sack smelled like dank bile, salt, yeast and Vieux Boulogne cheese, but he’s cute."
Zelda pouted and listened to Jan. Zelda’s pout turned into a sour "I don’t believe a word of this" look as she continued to listen to Jan.
"Oh Jan," purred Zelda, "Don’t worry. I understand; I know you didn’t mean it when you said my flatulence smelled like something crawled up my ass and died. My poop hatch is like a dutch oven of rotting vegetation, air biscuits, flatus, cut cheese and quief. That particular fart was a real cheek flapper of gaseous intestinal by-products. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire surrounding area had to be fumigated considering those lingering free-floating anal vapors I left behind. It sounded like I stepped on a couple of huge ducks. It wasn’t very lady like of me."
Zelda listened to Jan’s reply.
"Well" said Zelda, "I know she huge nipples. She says there’s only one kind of regular bra she can wear that she like that covers her nipples well. Well cry me a fucking river. And if you’re going to play the trumpet, keep the spit valve clean! Since a brass player is basically forcing air between the lips and into the mouthpiece in order to make a sound. Naturally a lot of spit gets through as well. The spit valve is made to release the moisture which collects inside the horn during playing. The rubber or cork gasket on the valve seals it tightly until it is time for the spit to be carefully and discretely disposed of. Some horns even have two or more spit valves! OK, Gotta go Jan."
Suddenly, the global warming kicked in and there was a global warming parade. Everyone stopped jacking off and prayed to Jesus to end global warming at a previously agreed upon time. Synchronized simultaneous prayer to Jesus. Even Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs, atheists and Chinese communists prayed to Jesus and there was no more global warming. Albi wrote a poem called "Poodle Dove".
Poodle Dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Where for art thou Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
From my groin you chow shameless Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Quivering quim you be now Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Thou shalt rim the crusty bung
Oh bonny Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Nestled in musky loin wig funky Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Making my sausage groin real big oh bonny Poodle dove
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
Where's the Mekong Delta Poodle dove?
Poodle dove oh Poodle dove
That's in Southeast Vietnam
Oh Poodle dove
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