On Not Eating My Arms
I lick my biceps and forearms. They taste so clean, with just a hint of smooth salt and soap. That salt has a nice flavor. I click-click off the air conditioner and do a foolish fifty jumping jacks. I lick again, and "Yah! Yecch!" Next time I'll do twenty-five or leave the air conditioner on. After dabbing with a paper towel, I rub expensive olive oil down-up and up-down and top with a dash of balsamic and a light sugar sprinkle. I lick again: just right.
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Labels: courtship rituals
posted by JMH | 9:49 PM
1 Comments:
Haha, so funny.
You are mad too :-)
But you know - a friend of mine recently said.
We are all mad.
Some just show it.
:-)
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