Sweet Jesus Christ…

Members,

I’ve got a story for you. A story one of our most prominent members (Metalust, the music guy) sent me. The title alone locked me in, but reading the lines below, how could you stop?

It was the smell that hit me first.

There was the slight odor of urine and syrup that composed Heather’s natural scent… but over and above that smell… was… something like tuna fish that been left to spoil. Something that smelled like it had come up from the bottom of the sea and beached itself at low tide. When I saw the horror, my throat clenched so tightly I could not even vomit. I knew then that there was no God. That all of creation had been an accident.

Its a little bit of reading, but I guarentee you’ll be laughing by the end of it. Now this is what I call Man Literature!

I believe it was Bud who said “Pussy Should Be Like Milk…It should come with an expiration date.“

Read the entire horror story here.

Stay Manly My Friends…