New meaning of blow smoke up your ass; irradiate groinal while inflated and pretend it's a good thing. Like the long shot showing the rails as parallel but wavy, wobbling ensued and brought the boom to this spot. Facile instructions promote how crowded more than two can be in addition to the funny parts. Like the wingtips in the locker, the stud muffin references return to the phallic shaped cake pan replaced by keeping things on track. Funny how there 11 years ago is still there:

My mirror shows me what I've become. Not so much the crevasses and the flaps but more the imaginary time lapse stream reminding me of the terrain covered so far. It's a spectacular view from the top, where I need look no further than her hand touching me to explain the perfection. I promised her a life filled with joy and affection everyday, the stud muffin came included. The top is also a threshold, opening to a place where finessing thru the rapids needs alot of steadiness and durability to back bone the ride, where the water spray in your face and the sweet smell of the rain forest is equalled without ever leaving your spot.